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HYMN 

BEING    A 

CHOICE  SELECTION  OF   HYMNS 

FROM 

-THE  MOST  APPROVED  AUTHORS 

DESIGNED 

TO  AID  IN  THE  PUBLIC  AND  PRIVATE 
DEVOTION  OF  CHRISTIANS. 


BY   ORANGE    SCOTT, 

MINISTER  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


"  O,  iing  praises  unto  the  Lord." 

Ster.eotflju    Htiftfon. 


BOSTON: 
PUBLISHED   BY  DAVID    H.   EL  A. 


1836. 


Entered  according  to  the  Act  of  Congress,  in 
the  year  1833,  by  G.  &  C.  Merriam,  in  the 
Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massa- 
chusetts. 


ADVERTISEMENT 
TO   THE    FOURTH   EDITION. 


The  very  welcome  reception  which  the  New  and 
Improved  Camp  Meeting  Hymn  Book  has  met  with, 
wherever  it  has  been  introduced,  has  induced  the  Pub- 
lishers to  stereotype  the  work.  The  Hymns  have  been 
carefully  revised,  several  corrections  made,  and  in  a  few 
instances,  a  word  or  a  line  has  been  changed,  in  order 
to  render  the  versification  smoother,  or  to  express  the 
sentiment  better.  As  few  changes,  however,  as  possi- 
hle  have  been  made,  so  that  the  present  edition  might 
correspond  with  former  ones.  The  great  improvement 
of  the  present  edition  is,  that  it  contains  thirty-two  pages 
of  new  Hymns,  which  have  been  carefully  selected  by 
the  Compiler,  from  a  rich  fund  of  materials,  and  it  is 
thought  will  add  greatly  to  the  value  of  the  work. 
These  improvements,  it  is  hoped,  will  render  the  work 
yet  more  acceptable.  While  the  additions  which  have 
been  made  will  increase  the  value,  the  price  will  remain 
the  same  as  heretofore. 

It  may  show  the  high  estimation  in  which  the  work 
is  held,  to  state,  that  in  three  years  which  have  elapsed 
since  its  first  publication,  twelve  thousand  copies  have 
been  sold.  The  size  and  price  of  the  volume,  together 
with  the  selection  itself,  render  it  pecuiiarly  desirable. 
There  are,  indeed,  some  larger  works  of  the  kind  now 
before  the  public.  But  their  size  seems  to  be  increased 
to  little  or  no  purpose  :  For,  1.  A  great  number  of  the 
Hymns  they  contain  are  never  sung.    2.  They  are  not, 


4  ADVERTISEMENT. 

of  courie,  so  convenient  for  the  pocket ;  and  3.  Their 
price  must  necessarily  be  enhanced  to  about  double  that 
of  this  work.  There  are,  also,  many  important  Hymns, 
that  are  often  sung,  not  to  be  found  in  any  of  the  larger 
books,  but  are  contained  in  this.  It  was  the  constant 
aim  of  the  Compiler,  in  preparing  this  volume,  to  admit 
nothing  that  wanted  either  good  sense,  good  poetry,  or 
sound  divinity.  It  is  hoped,  therefore,  that  in  Camp 
Meetings,  social  meetings,  in  the  family  and  the  social 
circle,  this  Hymn  Book  will  continue  to  be,  as  it  has 
been,  a  welcome  visitant ;  since  it  is  believed  that,  all 
things  considered,  it  is  much  better  adapted  to  general 
use  than  any  thing  of  the  kind  now  before  the  public. 

In  conclusion,  it  is  respectfully  suggested  to  ministers, 
and  all  who  feel  interested  in  the  advancement  of  the 
cause  of  true  religion,  whether  they  may  not  effectually 
promote  that  object  by  extending  the  circulation  of  the 

8 resent  volume.  All  know  the  power  of  music  to  in- 
uence  the  heart.  It  has,  indeed,  often  been  perverted 
to  the  worst  of  purposes.  Let  us,  then,  in  the  language 
of  one  of  the  Hymns, 

"  Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 
Rescue  the  holy  pleasure." 

Next  to  the  volume  of  inspiration,  what  more  desirable 
to  the  Christian  than  a  companion  which  he  can  always 
have  with  him  ;  its  devotional  sentiments,  clothed  in  the 
sweet  language  of  poetry,  ever  at  hand,  to  comfort  him 
when  desponding,  succor  him  when  tempted,  and  refresh 
him  when  weary  ? 

By  an  arrangement  with  the  Compiler,  the  Publishers 
have  become  proprietors  of  the  copy-right,  and  will 
answer  all  orders  for  the  Hymn  Book,  in  any  quantity, 
on  the  same  terms  as  heretofore.  It  is  intended  that  a 
supply  of  the  Hymn  Book  shall  be  constantly  kept  by 
some  bookseller  in  a  central  place  in  every  state  in 
New  England,  and  in  some  at  the  south  and  west,  where 
they  may  be  had  on  the  same  terms  as  of  the  Publishers. 

THE  COMPILER. 

Springfield,  (Mass.)  March  13,  1833. 


HYMN  S 


HYMN  1.—C.  M. 

The  New  Jerusalem. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  of  human  sight, 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  Reach  down^'O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end, 


6  HYMN  2. 

5  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

6  When  we've   been    there    ten    thousand 

years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun^ 


HYMN  2.— P.  M. 

Calvary. 

1  As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs ; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dressed  in  purple  gore, 

Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 

I  ask'd,  Who  can  this  victim  be 

In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
Why  thus  consign 'd  to  woes  ?  I  cried  : 
"  'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  replied, 

"  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ? 
How  can  it  be  ?  my  soul  replies  : 

What !  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
-"Yes,"  saith  the  suff'ring  Son  of  God; 
"I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul, for  thee." 


HYMN  3. 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  given, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav:n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love, 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  3.— P.  M. 

1  Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day : 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O,  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you  r 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you  : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne , 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone  : 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll : 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  : 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command, 


8  HYMN  4. 

They  are  always  hovering  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest; 
Love,  and  joy ,  and  peace  forever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransom 'd  dwell  on  high  ? 
There  on  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 

5  There's  a  million  flaming  seraphs 

Who  fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain  ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises; 

Glory,  glory,  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  conceit 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring  : 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

6  O  their  crowns  !  how  bright  they  sparkle 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  j 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there  ; 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits; 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 


HYMN  4.— P.  M. 

Tlit  Christian  Pilgrim. 
1  Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale, 


HYMN  4. 

Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger  ? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 

O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me, 

Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide, 
But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide. 
For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  guide  !  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend ; 
He'll  in  ev'ry  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fad  ? 
No,  I'm  bound,  &c. 


10  HYMN  5. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend, 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful  \ 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

7  While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight ; 
Gazing  still,  1  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  cloth'd  with  light. 
O,  I'm  bound,  &c. 

8  Cease,  my  heart,  this  mournful  crying, 

Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fluttering,  dying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 


HYMN  5.— P.  M. 

1  Saw  ye  my  Saviour !  Saw  ye  my  Saviour 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour  God  ! 
O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended;  he  was  extended, 

So  painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 
There  he  bow  d  his  head  and  died 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 


HYMN  5.  11 

3  Jesus  hung  o  eeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  Lamb. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land  ;    ' 
And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
While  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour,  hail,  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace, 
Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant,  from  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "  See  my  hands  and  side, 
Father,  I  was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  1  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  "  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 

When  they  repent  and  believe  ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
And  be  reconcil'd  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive."  . 


13  HYMN  6. 

HYMN  6.— P.  M. 

1  This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are 

all  blowing, 
Directly  the  breeze  is  from  Mount  Calvary ; 
The  sepulchre  is  open,  the  odours  are  flow- 
ing, 
Breathe    gently,   sweet    zephyrs,  breathe 
gently  on  me.  , 
On  this  lovely  morning  the  Saviour  was  ris- 
ing, 
The  chains  of  mortality  fully  despising  ; 
His  sufferings  are  over,  he's  done  agoniz- 
ing— 
This  morning  my  Saviour  will  think  upon 
me. 

2  And  now  to  the  place  that's  appointed  for 

praying, 
For  worship  that's  social  I'll  quickly  re- 
pair ; 
In  service  so  pleasing,  there  needs  no  delay- 
ing; 
The   stone  is  roll'd  back,  and  ray  Lord 
will  be  there. 
Rouse  quickly,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  dull 

slumbers, 
In  melody  raise  all  your  heavenly  numbers ; 
For  Jesus  is  pleas'd,  when  recounting  his 
members, 
He  finds  you  like  Mary  thus  early  at  prayer. 


HYMN  6.  13 

3  With  faith  in  full  action,  we  meet  at  th 

chapel ; 
There  humbly  we  ask  for  a  power  divine  : 
Immanuel  puts  all  our  souls  in  a  rapture, 

And  graciously  causes  his  glory  to  shine  ; 
Our  hearts  are  enliven'd,  affections  engag'd, 
Devotion  inspires  us,  and  sinners  amaz'd, 
Behold  with  what  zeal  Christian  warfare  is 
wag'd, 
Against  the  fell  monster  and  all  his  de- 
signs. 

4  Then  trusting  in  Jesus,  our  head,  and  oui 

leader, 
We'll  march  on  to  glory  without  any  fear ; 
Each  sabbath  revolving  brings  one  sabbath 
nearer, 
To  that  blessed   morning  when  he  shall 
appear. 
His  sign  in  the  east  he  will  soon  be  display- 
on.        inS' 
The  nations  to  judgment  will  then  be   all 

gathering, 
Till  then,  we'll  adore  him,  nor  ever  cease 
praying, 
Till  praises  unceasing  shall  call  us  from 
prayer. 

5  My  brethren  and  friends,  may  the  God  of 

all  glory 
Protect  us,  and  save  us  from  sin  and  al1 
harm ; 


14  HYMN  7. 

With  the  head  of  the  church  in  full  view  be- 
fore us, 
We'll    show  ourselves  valiant   in  every 
alarm. 

Then  each  soul  inspire,  O  God,  with  devo- 
tion, 

Be  thou  the  great  object  of  earnest  affec- 
tion, 

And  when  these  dull  bodies  shall  cease  from 
their  motion, 
Receive  us,  O  Jesus,  to  thy  blessed  arms. 


HYMN  7.— I,.  M. 

"  Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith" 

1  I've  listed  in  the  holy  war, 

To  fight  for  life  and  endless  joy ; 

And  grace,  more  boundless  than  the  seas, 

Is  the  rich  wages  1  receive. 

2  Under  my  Captain,  Jesus  Christ, 
I  now  am  listed  during  life, 

To  fight  against  the  powers  of  hell, 
In  favor  of  Immanuel. 

3  My  Captain  is  the  great  I  AM, 
Against  whose  sword  there's  none  can 

stand  ; 
But  all  before  his  word  must  fall, 
For  he  has  power  to  conquer  all. 

4  My  great  good  Captain,  mild  and  meek, 
Most  kindly  favours  all  the  weak  j 


HYMN  7.  15 

His  servants  all  are  chosen  peers, 
And  all  his  soldiers  volunteers. 

5  From  day  to  day,  with  living  bread, 
And  rich  provisions,  I  am  fed, 

Drawn  from  my  Captain's  well-fill'd  stores, 
On  blessed  Canaan's  happy  shores. 

6  Arm'd  with  my  helmet,  sword  and  shield, 
I'll  never  quit  the  glorious  field  ; 

For  Christ  my  Lord  the  victory  won, 
Then,  O  my  soul,  put  courage  on. 

7  I'm  listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight ; 
Though  battles  rage  and  wars  increase, 
Soon  I  shall  reach  a  land  of  peace. 

8  I'll  God  adore,  obey  his  laws, 

Nor  coward  prove  in  his  good  cause  ; 
But  in  his  service  firm  abide, 
Still  fighting  on  Immanuel's  side. 

9  I ' ve  fought  through  many  battles  sore, 
And  ready  stand  to  fight  through  more, 
Trusting  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
None  in  this  holy  war  are  slain. 

10  I  have  a  sword,  which,  when  J  wield, 
The  stoutest  foes  must  quit  the  field  ; 
The  word  of  God  must  e'er  prevail, 
Eternal  truth  can  never  fail. 

11  Come,  sinners,  then  enlisted  be, 

And  Christ  our  King  shall  make  you  free, 


16  HYMN  8. 

Come,  try  his  service,  trust  the  Lord, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


HYMN  8.— P.  M. 

1  The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by, 
The  ark  of  safety  now  is  nigh  ; 
O  sinners,  unto  Jesus  fly, 

Improve  your  day  of  grace  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
O  there'll  be  glory, 

When  we  the  Lord  embrace. 

2  The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  glass  of  life  will  soon  be  run, 
Creation  with  her  fiery  doom, 

The  Lord  will  soon  appear ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  saints  shall  view  him  near. 

3  Now  hark  !  the  trumpet  rends  the  skies '. 
See  slumbering  millions  wake  and  rise  ! 
What  joy,  what  terror  and  surprise, 

The  last  great  day  is  come  ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

Around  the  judgment  throne. 

4  See  nations  throng  his  awful  bar, 
Both  saints  and  sinners  from  afar, 
All  tribes  and  kindred  now  appear, 

And  wait  to  hear  their  doom ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 
When  Christ  the  Lord  shall  come. 


HYMN  9.  17 

5  Jehovah  now  the  book  unseals  ! 

The  clearest  light  each  heart  reveals  ! 
The  pointed  truth  each  conscience  feels  ! 

The  amazing  throng  divide  ! 
O  there'll  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourn- 
ing, mourning, 
O  there'll  be  mourning, 

When  justice  shall  decide. 

6  See  parents  and  their  children  part ! 
See  husbands  and  their  wives  must  part ! 
See  brothers  and  their  sisters  part ! 

To  meet  again  no  more  ; 

O  there'll  be  mourning,  &c. 

The  day  of  mercy's  o'er. 


HYMN  9.— P.  M. 
1  Hail  !  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great 
Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  man- 


ger ; 
),  for  hi) 


Lo,  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  morning. 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine 
aid ; 
Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shin- 


18  HYMN  10. 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  off'rings  divine, 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls   of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 


HYMN  10.— P.  M. 

1  The  pure  testimony,  put  forth  in  the  spirit, 
Cuts  like  a  sharp  two-edged  sword, 

And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  torment- 
ed, 
Because  they  are  condemned  by  the  word. 

{ •  'e  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dr^ss, 

V  jile  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the 
cross, 

And  Babylon  trembles,  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be 

gather'd 


HYMN  10.  19 

Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God  ? 
Baptized  by  one  spirit  into  the  same  body, 

Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood. 
They  drink  in  one  spirit,  which  makes  them 

all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the 
free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testi- 

mony, 
And  let  the  world  hear  it  again  : 
Then   come   ye   from   Babylon,   Egypt  and 
Sodom, 
And  make  your  way  over  the  plain. 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the 

Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  spirit  through  Jesus's  name, 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

4  The  world  will  not  persecute  those  that  are 

like  them, 
But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  out  separation, 

That  causes  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come  out  from  foul  spirits  and  practices  too, 
The  track  of  your  Saviour  keep  still  in  your 

view^ 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

5  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  mustering 

his  forces, 
To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 


20  HYMN  11. 

By  slanders,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecution, 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain. 
Then  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lie, 
And  fear  not  his  servants,  whatever  they  say, 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 


HYMN  11.— P.  M. 

Christian  Graces. 

1  Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show  j 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal, 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day,  and  conquer  alL 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  fervent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal  , 
Like  young  Timothy  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  pure  devotion  know, 
Samuel's  call,  O  !  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share  r 
Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire 

All  my  new-born  soul  ipspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wi-estling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant,  steadfast  care  ; 

■     Joseph's  purity  impart, 


HYMN  12.  ftl 

Isaac's  meditating  heart ; 
Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  I  love. 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
The  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
In  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below, 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd, 
Imitate  my  perfect  Lord. 


HYMN  12.— P.  M. 

1  Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians, 

Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  costly  feast ; 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 

Come,  the  sweet  provision  taste. 

2  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pardoning  love, 
Lay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move  ; 
If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you ; 

Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 

3  If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 


22  HYMN  13. 

Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 
Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief^ 

He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied, 

Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

4  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  will  guard  you  through  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy 

To  convey  you  to  his  home  : 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 

Free  from  every  want  and  care ; 
Come,  O  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN  13.— P.  M. 

1  Glory  to  God  that  I  have  found  the  pearl 

of  my  salvation ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 

up  to  our  heavenly  station, 
And  I'm  resolved  to  follow  on,  and  never  to 

forsake  him, 
I'll  always  keep  the   narrow  way,  till  I  do 

overtake  him. 

2  Fear  not,  says  Christ,  ye  little  flock,  heirs 

of  immortal  glory, 
You're  built  upon  the  surest  rock,  the  king- 
dom lies  before  you ; 


HYMN  14.  23 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  bliss,  and  tell 

the  pleasing  story, 
I'm   always  with   my  little   flock,   and    I'll 

bring  them  home  to  glory. 


HYMN  14.— P.  M. 

1  How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 

brethren  sing, 
How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 
How  precious  is  the  name  of  Christ  our  Pas- 
chal Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame,  on  the  tree,  on 
the  tree. 

2  I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all,  he's 

my  all, 
I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all ; 
I've  given  all  for  Christ,  and  my  spirit  cannot 

rest,  [reigning  there. 

Unless   he's   in   my  breast,  reigning   there, 

3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight,  with 

delight, 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight ; 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear,  and  his  cross  I  will 

not  fear ; 
His  name  I  will  declare,  evermore,  evermore. 

4  I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul,  in  my 

soul, 
I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul, 
I  feel  the  love  of  God,  in  my  heart  'tis  shed 

abroad,  . 
And  I  will  serve  my  God  here  below,  here 

below. 


34  HYMN  17. 

HYMN   15.— L..  M. 

1  Pray  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord ; 
Pray  till  you  feel  the  pow'r  of  God  ; 
Pray  till  he  drive  your  doubts  away ; 
Pray  till  you  see  the  gospel  day. 

2  Pray  for  the  mourners  ;  see  their  grief  j 
Pray  till  the  mourners  find  relief; 
Pray  for  the  wicked  every  where  ; 
Pray,  that  your  garments  may  be  clear. 

3  Soon  you  shall  have  your  hearts'  desire ; 
Our  G-od  will  answer  as  by  fire  ; 
You'll  see  th'  effect  of  fervent  prayer, 
In  the  abundant  grace  you  share. 


HYMN  16.— L.  M, 

Faith. 

1  O  precious  Faith  ! — may  I  be  found 
Establisli'd  on  its  happy  ground  ; 
Instruct  me,  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  build  me  up  in  Faith  and  Love. 

2  Then  let  the  rising  billows  roll, 
Faith  is  the  anchor  of  my  soul ; 
I'm  well  secur'd  on  every  side, 

Fix'd  firm  in  Christ,  my  rock,  my  guide. 


HYMN  17.— P,  M, 

1   Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  enraptur'd  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 


HYMN  17.  35 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light ! 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  j 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Holy  !  Holy  !  Holy  One. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  flow  along. 


26  HYMN  18. 

HYMN  18.— P.  M. 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  to  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 
Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd, 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men,  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain, 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing 

And  added  to  my  pain  ; 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ! 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace  !) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  Undertook  my  case. 
He  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd ; 


HYMN  19.  27 


Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  ! 
I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  risen,  living  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  Faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live. 


HYMN  19.— P.M. 

1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  ; 
"Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  O  why  should  we  be  loath  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain 


28  HYMN  20. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

United  with  angels  above, 
No  longer  confin'd  to  our  clay, 

O'erwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of  love, — 

6  O  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  hallelujah,  amen, 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 


HYMN  20.— C.  M. 

1  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

Salvation  sounding  free  ? 
Ye  souls  in  bondage,  lend  an  ear, 
.  This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tiding3  roll, 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race  j 

Let  Christians  all  agree 
To  sing  redeeming  Love  and  Grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 


HYMN  21.  29 

Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeem'd,  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

HYMN  21.— P.  M. 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  his  people  live. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one.  * 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 

Who  come  to  Christ,  may  live. 


30  HYMN  21. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went ; 

Jesus  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne 

Of  Jesus  Christ  on  high  ; 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  a  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

Which  never  will  run  dry. 

8  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  shall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  ua  come. 


HYMN  22.  31 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Wheje  we  shall  part  no  more. 


HYMN  22.— P.  M. 

1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end ; 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  cannot  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come,    ■ 
Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snaros 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  we  have  within , 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 


39  HYMN  23. 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home. 


HYMN  23.— P.  M. 

1  Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
Come,  O  come,  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  Peace; 
Visit  now  pot  •  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  the  people  mourn  and  weep, 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hinderance  leap, 
Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers ; 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth ; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord  and  Christ  our  Saviour ; 

O,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us ; 

Persecution  rages  here ; 


HYMN  24.  33 

Nothing,  Lord,  we  know,  can  harm  us, 
While  our  Shepherd  is  so  near  ; 

Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 
At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap ; 

He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 
The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

5  Here's  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying,  Fear  not,  little  flock  ; 
I  myselfam  your  foundation, 

You  are  built  upon  this  rock  ; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it's  steep, 
Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep. 

6  Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us/ 

Taught  by  him  we'll  own  his  name, 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep, 
He  will  clear  your  way  before  you, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


HYMN  24.— P.  M. 

1  Brethren,  see  my  Jesus  coming, 

See  him  come  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him, 
How  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd. 

2  I  will  rise  and  go  and  meet  him, 

And  embrace  him  in  my  arms ; 


34  HYMN  24. 

In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 
O,  there  are  ten  thousand  charms. 

3  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  me  through  the  gloon 
Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  consort 
To  convey  my  spirit  home. 

4  Jordan's  stream  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side; 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 
Soon  I'll  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

5  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme. 

6  See,  they  whisper  !  hark,  they  call  me  ! 

Sister  Spirit,  come  away  ! 
Lo  I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me  ! 
Hail,  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 

7  Worlds  of  light,  and  crowns  of  glory, 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky ; 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 
I'll  enjoy  ye  soon  on  high. 

8  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me, 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies, 
Glory  shining  all  around  me, 
While  my  towering  spirit  flies. 

9  Jesus,  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 

NoW  methinks  appears  in  view, 


HYMN  25.  .     35 

Brethren,  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 
You  would  love  and  serve  him  too. 


HYMN  25.— L..  M. 

1  There  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  O  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The.  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  men  in. 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes ; 
The  tempter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

4  The  way  of  danger  1  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men  and  sin ; 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see,     . 
And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be. 

5  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what 

will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still, 
Through  dangers  thick  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 


36  HYMN  26. 

6  Then,  O  ray  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder's  my  Saviour,  Friend  and  King ; 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries, "  Press  on,  and  here's  the  crown. 

7  "  Prove  faithful,  then,  a  few  more  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

8  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  joyful  trump  shall  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


HYMN  26.— P.  M. 

1  From  the  regions  of  love, 

Lo  !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  blest  news 

Jlow  the  babe  was  attended , 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit 

This  wonderful  stranger, 
With  wonder  and  joy 

See  your  Christ  in  a  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Glad  tidings  I  bring 

To  you  and  each  nation  ; 


HYMN  26. 

Glad  tidings  of  joy, 

Now  behold  your  salvation ; 
When  sudden  a  multitude 

Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer,        i 

While  heaven  rejoices. 

3  Now  glory  to  God 

In  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God 

Is  re-echoed  through  heaven ; 
Around  the  whole  earth 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love, 

His  salvation  and  glory. 

4  Enraptur'd  I  rise  a 

With  delight  and  desire.; 
Such  love,  so  divine, 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire ; 
Around  the  blest  throne 

Hosannas  are  ringing, 
O  when  shall  I  join  them 

And  ever  be  singing ? 

5  Triumphantly  ride 

In  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love, 

O  Jesus  all  glorious  ! 
Thy  banner  unfurl ; 

Let  the  nations  surrender 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 

Their  king  and  defender 


38  HYMN  27. 

HYMN  27.— C.  M, 

1  Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 

Behold  thy  light  is  come, 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  ; 
The  trumpet's  thund'ring  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  sinners  free  ; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
Go,  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judgment's  nigh  : 
Blow  out  the  sun,  turn  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  , 
Whilst  every  star  shall  disappear, 

The  moon  turn  into  blood. 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  judge  appear; 
All  tongues,  all  languages,  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round ; 
While  Gabriel,  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace, 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er ; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  blown  no  more  ; 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 


HYMN  28. 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 
And  shout  Redeeming  Love. 


HYMN  28.— P.  M. 
The  Beggar  $  Petition. 

1  Encourag'd  by  thy  word 

Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  the  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door  ; 
No  hand,  nor  heart,  dear  Lord,  but  thine 
Can  help,  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 

(Relief  from  men  to  gain.) 
If  offered  unto  thee, 

1  know  thou  would 'st  disdain  ; 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 

When  I  possessed  more  ; 
Thou  know  est  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess ,r- 

As  beggars  often  do, 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  few. 


40  HVMN  29. 

If  thou  should'st  leave  m}'  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'd  before  ; 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more. 
Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  worm  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy. 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be 

Thy  bounty  to  conceal 
From  others,  who,  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  mis'ry  feel ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 


HYMN  29.— C.  M. 
The  Band  of  Love. 

Our  souls  in  love  together  knit 

Cemented  into  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 


HYMN  29.  41 

He  stoop'd  and  talk'd,  and  fed  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHORUS.  L.  M. 

"  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing  ! 
"  A  Saviour  !"  let  all  heaven  ring ! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours : 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  foll'wing  those  who've  gone  before ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  that  blissful  shore 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers,  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly  ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage  and  hell  assail, 

We'll  fight  our  passage  through  , 
Though  foes  unite  and  friends  desert, 

We'll  seize  the  prize  in  view. 

The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  current  flows; 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown, 


42  HYMN  30. 

When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own ; 

May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 

From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  ! 


HYMN  30.— P.  M. 

Tlie  Family  Bible. 

1  How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 

Of  youthful  emotion  and  innocent  joy. 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affec- 
tion, 
Surrounded   with   mercies,  with   peace 
from  on  high  ! 
I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  sire  and  my 
mother, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  rang'd  on 
each  hand, 
And  that  richest  book  which  excels  every 
other, 
That  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand, 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed 

Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  Volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us 
delight, 
The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invoca- 
tion, 


HYMN  31.  43 

For  mercy  by  day,  and  safety  through 
night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony 
swelling, 
All  warm  from  the  heart,  of  a  family  band, 
Half  rais'd  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling, 
Describ'd  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the 
stand, 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  &c. 
3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have   we 
parted, 
My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents 
no  more ; 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken  hearted, 
And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant 
shore ; 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  pro- 
tection, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand, 
Oh  !  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  cor- 
rection, 
And  think  of-  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the 
stand, 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  &c. 


HYMN  31.— C.  BI. 

Something  always  new, 
1  Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God, 
He  seeks  creation  through, 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  something  new 


44  HYMN  32. 

2  The  new  possessed,  like  fading  flowers, 

Soon  loses  its  gay  hue  ; 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 

With  India  and  Peru ; 
The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  the  Saviour's  power, 

All  good  in  him  we  view; 
The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  pursuit, 
Nor  seeks  for  something  new. 

5  The  joys  a  dear  Redeemer  brings 

Will  bear  a  strict  review  ; 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
-    For  Christ  is  always  new. 

HYMN  32.— P.  M. 

1  See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending, 

Seated  on  his  Father's  throne ; 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father,  one. 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting 

At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain ; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
Bat  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain; 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 


HYMN  32.  45 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love ; 
O  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  ! 

Doom'd  I'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul ; 
If  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all  j 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll. 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbours, 

Who  were  once  despis'd  my  me ; 
Now  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see ; 

Farewell,  neighbours  ! 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail !  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 

Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chains  ' 
Christ  has  now  pronounc'd  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pain  j 

Down  I"m  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shows  me 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing ; 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing, 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 


i(5  HYMN  34. 

HYMN  33.— L,.  M. 

1  We've  found  the  rock,  the  travellers  cried, 

O  Halle  Hallelujah, 
The  stone  that  all  the  prophets  tried ; 

O  Halle  Hallelujah, 
Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 

O  Halle  Hallelujah, 
'Twas  Christ  who  shed  his  blood  for  you, 

O  Glory  Hallelujah. 

2  This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul 
Which  sin  and  guilt  had  made  so  foul , 
O  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 

And  wash  in  Christ's,  most  precious  blood 

3  I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  this  day, 

That  we  might  meet  to  praise  and  pray  : 
O  children,  children,  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  dross. 

4  We'll  bear  the  cross  and  wear  the  crown, 
And  by  our  Father's  side  sit  down ; 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

5  His  fiery  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  day ; 
Their  glitt'ring  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  the  Prince  of  David's  line. 


HYMN  34.— P.  M. 

1  As  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed, 
I  thought  on  my  Redeemer ; 


HYMN  34.  47 

My  heart  did  sing  to  Christ  my  King, 
Who  did  my  soul  deliver. 

CHORUS. 

We're  all  united,  heart  and  hand ; 

All  in  one  band  completely  : 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  land, 

Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  The  mountains  melt,  the  skies  dissolve, 

While  sinners  stand  and  tremble; 

The  saints  rejoice,  to  hear  God's  voice, 

While  Jesus  bids  them  welcome. 

3  Then  I  saw  thousands,  hand  in  hand, 

All  on  their  way  to  heaven ; 
They  were  baptized  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  felt  their  sins  forgiven. 

4  As  they  march'd  on,  they  saw  a  crown 

That  was  by  Jesus  purchas'd  ; 
The  sacred  fire  still  rises  higher, 
While  Jesus  gives  them  conquest. 

5  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

The  hosts  of  hell  are  driven  ; 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  souls, 
The  prize  will  soon  be  given. 

6  When  we  arrive  at  joys  on  high, 

To  reign  with  Christ  forever  ; 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss 
From  the  pure  source  of  pleasure. 

7  When  on  the  flowery  plains  we  meet. 

And  range  the  fields  of  glory; 


48  HYMN  35. 

We'll  shout  and  sing,  to  Christ  our  King, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  him. 


HYMN  35.— P.  M.J 

1  The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray  : 
He  was  condemn'd  and  led  away :  ■ 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day, 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  living  tongue  ; 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 
ii  !Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood  ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
The  earth  to  its  firm  centre  rock'd, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 
3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold  !  in  agonies  he  dies ; 
O  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  his  torturing  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight ; 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 


HYMN  35.  49 

4  Hark  !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son, 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O  there's  none. 
He  treads  the  wine  press  all  alone,    . 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  ; 
"  Eloi,  lama  sabacthani  !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conqu'ring  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  of  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come,  save  the  land, 

Come,  try  thyself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died ; 
Thence  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified , 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me  ! 

6  Behold  !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state", 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell : 
Though  he  endur'd  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  •, 
Ye  seraphs,  raise  your  highest  strains 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains, 

He  conquer' d  Death  and  Hell. 

7  'Tis  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  : 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

4 


50  HYMN  36. 

For  you  lie  spilt  his  blood. 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth   might 

prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die. 

Glory  to  him  be  given  ; 
While  heav'n  above,  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion,  sing — his  grace  abounds ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  naming  love,  which  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heaven. 

HYMN  36.— L,.  M. 

1  Young  people  all,  attention  give, 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name, 

Ye,  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 
Come  hear  the  counsels  of  a  friend. 

2  I've  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 
And  ranged  the  luring  scenes  of  vice, 

But  never  knew  substantial  joys,. 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

3  He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  took  my  load  of  guilt  away, 

He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven, 
And  thus  I  found  the  heavenly  way. 


HYMN  36.  51 

4  And  now,  with  trembling  sense  I  view 
The  billows  roll  beneath,  dear  youth, 

For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

5  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 
By  fleeting  time,  or  conquering  death, 

Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  God  demand  your  mortal  breath. 

6  Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 
Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose, 

The  coffin  muffler,  winding  sheet, 
Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

7  Ye  heedless  ones,  that  wildly  stroll, 
The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed, 

Where  silence  reigns  and  vapours  roll 
In  solemn  darkness  round  your  head. 

8  Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 
And  with  a  sigh  move  slow  along, 

Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 

With  which  j^our  graves  are  overgrown. 

9  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms, 
Where  vengeance  reigns,  and  billows  roar, 

And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  are  o'er. 

10  Still  sunk  in  shades  of  endless  night, 
To  groan  and  howl  in  ceaseless  pain, 

And  never  more  behold  the  light, 
And  never,  never  rise  again. 


ctf  *  HYMN  37. 

11  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 
Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse  ; 

And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late  j 
The  way  of  life  is  Christ  to  choose. 

12  Come  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  God, 

But  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


HYMN  37.—P.  M. 

1  The  voice  of  Free  Grace 

Cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  has  opened  a  fountain  ; 
For  sin  and  transgression 

And  every  pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most,  freely 

In  streams  of  ablution. 

CHORTJS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchas'd  our  pardon 

We  will  praise  him  again, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  That  fountain  so  clear, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows 

In  plenteous  redemption; 
Though  your  sins  were  increas'd 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 


His  blood  it  flows  freely  ; 
O  come  to  this  fountain 


HYMN  38.  53 

a. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


3  O  Jesus,  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
Over  sin,  death  and  hell 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised 

In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praise  him  evermore  ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah 

Forever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


HYMN  38.— P.  M. 

Jesus,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 


54  HYMN  3° 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word  j 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Through  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Though  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  ev'ry  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest : 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  wind  and  waves  distress  no  more. 

5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss  ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempest  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace ; 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destin'd  place  ; 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


HYMN  39.  66 


HYMN  39.— Jj.  M. 


1  To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

2  Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with  this  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guht  and  pain  i 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 

3  Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more 
For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor ; 

Say  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

4  Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compar'd  with  our  celestial  joys, 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear, 
Come,  go  with  us,  your  souls  are  dear. 

5  Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell  j 
Resolv'd  with  devils  there  to  dwell  ? 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die. 

6  Then,  blooming  friends,  a  long  farewell ; 
We're  bound  to  heaven,  but  you  to  hell  • 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 


56  HYMN  41. 

HYMN  40.— S.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


HYMN  41.— P.  M. 

1  Thk  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, 
The  angels  all  with  their  sharp  sickles  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  wheat,  and  gather  it  in 

barns, 
While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  they  leave 

them  to  burn. 


HYMN  41.  .57 

2  Come,  then,  O  my  soul, meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and 

decay  ; 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  angels 

appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  hoth  the  wheat  and 

the  tare. 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry  ascend  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  that  have  no  where  to  fly  ; 
They'll  call  for  the  rocks  and  mountains  to 

fall, 
On  their  wretched  souls,  for  to  hide   them 
withal. 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will 

flee, 

The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones,  and  shall  no 
more  be ; 

The  earth  it  shall  quake,  the  seas^  shall  re- 
tire, 

And  the  whole  solid  world  it  shall  be  all  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  Judge,  in  that  dread 

alarm, 
Sn--ing,  Gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to 

my  arms, 
That  the  seven  last  plagues  may  be  pour'd 

out  on  those 
Who   have   blasphem'd   my  name,  and   my 

saints  have  oppos'd. 

6  Then,  O  wretched  sinners,  look  up  and 

espy 


58  HYMN  42. 

The  glorious  Redeemer,  marching  down  th« 

sky; 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  him 

down. 

7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  re- 

ceive, 
No  longer  my   Spirit  shall  strive   and   be 

griev'd ; 
My  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just, 
Come  hither,  ye  blest,  but  depart,  all  ye  curst. 

8  O  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  ye  the 

Lord ; 
I   have   not  been    jesting,   'tis   Jesus'   own 

word, 
That  those  who  believe  in  glory  shall  stand, 
While  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to  be  damn'd. 

9  Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your 

way; 
May  the  Lord  seal  instruction  from  what  I 

now  say, 
That  our  souls  to  God's  throne  may  be  pour'd 

out  in  prayer, 
That  we  may  be  prepar'd  to  meet  Christ  in 

the  air. 


HYMN  42.— P.  M. 

1  What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test, 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 


HYMN  42.  59 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
*   And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ; 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  could  call  him  my  Lord. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail,) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys ; 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  while  they  salute  him  betray  ; 
Ah !  what  will  profession  like  this, 

Avail  in  that  terrible  dav  ! 


60  HYMN  43. 

5  If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 


HYMN  43.— P.  M. 

1  Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinner's  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  a  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 

Shows  his  wounded  hands  and  feet ; 
Father,  save  them  though  they're  blood  red, 
Raise  them  to  a  heavenly  seat. 

3  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent !  return  and  pray. 

4  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ' 


HYMN  44.  fil 

Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 
Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me. 

C  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him ; 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,  and  O  adore  him  ! 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 


HYMN  44.— P.  M. 

1  The  blessed  Jesus,  loving  Saviour, 
He  has  call'd  on  me  to  go ; 

In  the  vineyard,  I  must  labour, 

Or  on  me  must  come  the  wo. 
Farewell,  dear  friends  and  loving  neighbours, 

The  gospel  trumpet  I  must  blow, 
And  sound  salvation  to  poor  sinners, 

Or  on  me  must  come  the  wo. 

2  Say  not,  Four  months,  then  comes  the  har- 

vest; 

The  fields  are  white,  the  harvest  near, 
He  that  reaps  receiveth  wages, 

As  from  scripture  doth  appear  : 
Then  for  my  Jesus  I  will  travel, 

O'er  mountains  high  and  valleys  low, 
To  seek  a  bride  for  my  dear  Master ; 

For  the  word  to  me  is,  Go. 


62  HYMN  44. 

3  O  hark,  poor  sinner,  will  you  hear  me  ? 
Will  you  have  my  Christ  or  no  ? 

To  you  my  errand  is  directed, 

Will  you  with  my  Saviour  go  ? 
Say.  poor  sinners,  will  you  hear  me? 

Will  you  have  my  Christ  or  no  ? 
The  blessed  Jesus  now  invites  you, 

Now  he  calls  on  you  to  go. 

4  O  come,  poor  mourners,  who  feel  wounded, 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Let  your  hopes  on  Christ  be  founded, 
Prepare  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

If  your  sins  appear  like  crimson, 

He'll  wash  your  souls  as  white  as  snow : 

O  come,  dear  mourner,  to  the  Saviour, 
Come,  and  feel  the  pardon  flow. 

5  O  come,  backsliders,  who  have  wander'd, 
Who  so  long  have  gone  astray  ; 

Come,  rebellious,  wandering  children, 

Jesus  meets  you  on  the  way ; 
For  the  fatted  calf  is  killed, 

All  things  are  ready  now,  I  know, 
Wine  on  the  lees  and  well  refined, 

So  farewell,  wand'rers,  I  must  go. 

6  Ye  little  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 
Ye  who  feed  in  pastures  green ; 

Follow,  follow  Christ  your  leader, 

Ever  let  your  light  be  seen. 
Ever  mind  and  love  each  other  ; 

Shun  the  path  that  leads  to  wo, 


HYMN  45.  63 


And  travel  on  the  way  together, 
So  farewell,  brethren,  I  must  go. 


HYMN  45.— P.  M. 

The  Last  Day. 

1  The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching, 
The  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh! 

Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 

Decreed  from  all. eternity. 
But  O,  my  soul,  reflect  and  wonder  ! 

That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
When  you  shall  see  that  great  transaction, 

When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

2  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazement, 
To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound 

Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judgment, 
Ye  nations  of  the  world  around  ! 

Loud  thunders  rumbling  through  the  concave, 
Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies  ; 

The  heavens  are  shaking,  the  earth  is  quaking, 
The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes. 

3  The  orbit  lamps,  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
No  more  their  shining  circuits  run  ; 

The  wheel  of  time  stops  in  a  moment, 

Eternal  things  are  now  begun. 
Huge  massy  rocks  and  towering  mountains, 

Over  their  tumbling  bases  roar  ; 
The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 

Is  hov'nng  round  her  frighted  shore. 


(>4  HYMN  45. 

4  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  mar- 

ble, 

Give  up  their  dead  both  small  and  great ; 
See  the  whole  world,  both  saints  and  sinners, 

Are  coming  to  the  judgment  seat. 
See  Jesus,  on  the  throne  of  Justice, 

Comes  thundering  down  the  parted  skies, 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 

With  hallelujahs  shout  for  joy. 

5  Bright  shining  streams  from  his  awful  pres- 

ence ; 
His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshine  ! 
Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  glory ! 

To  meet  him  all  his  saints  combine. 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  with  speed  like  light- 
ning, ■      * 
Call  in  my  saints  from  distant  land, 
Those  that  my  blood  from  sins  have  ransom'd 
Whose  names  on  life's  fair  book  do  stand. 

6  O  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
The  purchase  of  my  dying  love ; 

Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 

For  your  dear  souls  which  have  continued 
With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 

I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  with  me  for  evermore. 

7  See  Justice  now  with  indignation, 
Calling  aloud  for  sinner's  blood  ; 

Those  that  have  slighted  offer'd  morcy ; 


HYMN  46.  65 

And  crucified  the  Son  of  God ; 
DePart/rom  me>  ^e  cursed  sinners  ; 

My  face  you  never  more  shall  see ; 
Rebanished  from  my  peaceful  presence, 

lo  dreaded  wo  and  misery. 
8  See  guilty  souls  then  struck  with  horror 

And I  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breasts. 
Behold  them  doomed  to  hopeless  sorrow 

And  never  more  to  look  for  rest 
Come,  sinner?,  here's  a  faithful  warning , 

Return  to  Jesus  while  you  may         to 
For  he  is  ready  to  forgive  you,      ' 

Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 

,    HYMN  46.—P.  M. 

1  Through  tribulation's  deep 
The  way  to  glory  is ; 

This  stormy  course  I  keep, 

On  these  tempestuous  seas' 
By  waves  and  winds  I'm  tost  and  driven 
freighted  with  grace  and  bound  to  heaven 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 
A  dreadful  hurricane, 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  the  sides  break  in ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'rmg  winds  and  surging  waves. 

3  When  I,  in  my  distress 
My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 

5 


66  HYMN  46 

Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast ; 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 

4  If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 

The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 
'  I  tug,  and  toil,  and  strive  ; 
Through  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

5  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 
Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  with  ease 
Before  the  pleasant  gales, 

And  runs  as  much  an  hour  or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

6  Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight, 
The  sun  doth  not  appear, 
Nor  can  I  in  the  night 
Behold  the  moon  or  star  ; 

Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks  or  more, 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

7  As  at  the  time  of  noon 
My  quadrant,  faith,  I  take, 
To  view  my  Christ  my  Sun, 
If  he  the  clouds  should  break, 

I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
[  know  then  whereabout  I  be. 


HYMN  46.  €7 

8  The  Bible  is  my  chart, 
By  it  the  seas  I  know  ;  t 
I  cannot  with  it  part, 

Its  rocks  and  sands  doth  show. 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  forever  true. 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride, 
Those  rocks  I  pass  with  care ; 
I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

10  When  through  a  strait  I  go, 
Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 
The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 
And  thus  my  safety  prove. 

The  Scripture  is  the  line  which  1 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

11  My  vessel  would  be  lost 
In  spite  of  all  my  care, 
But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 
Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer, 

And  I  through  all  my  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  steerman  still. 

12  Ere  I  reach  heaven's  coast, 
I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 
Which  dreadful  proves  to  most ; 
For  all  this  passage  go ; 

But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'er  whelm, 
If  God  himself  is  at  my  helm. 


68  HYMN  47. 

13  When  through  this  gulf  I -get, 
Though  rough,  it  is  but  short, 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 
To  bring  me  into  port ; 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


x  HYMN  47.— C.  M. 

1  What  poor  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

2  "Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  king  : 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo,  for  joy  they  sing." 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised? 
u  Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
The  world  is  not  apprized." 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread  ; 
'Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed." 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
"  Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod ; 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways." 


HYMN  48. 

6  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
"  Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell." 

7  What !  is  there  then  no  other  road, 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
"  Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God  ; 
No  other  can  be  found." 


HYMN  48.— P.M. 

1  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 

1  have  no  home  to  stay  with  you ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortal's  care  or  bliss  ; 

I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  &c. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  &c. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross  ; 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

Farewell,  &c. 


70  HYMN  49. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you ; 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view.    - 
Farewell,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you  ; 

O  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 
O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 


HYMN  49.— L.  M. 

1  Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends ; 

Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory  j 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  O,  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Then,  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gained  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


HYMN  50.  71 

HYMN  50.— P.  M. 

1  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 

at  hand, 
That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band  ; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for 

awhile, 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind   Providenco 

smile, 
But  when  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other  and   wrestle  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  bj 

discharg'd, 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  en- 
larged, 

With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan 
may  roar, 

We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who're  listed 

for  war,  t      4 

Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near: 
Although  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  U> 
bliss. 

5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright, 


72  -         HYMN  50. 

But  Jesus  stands  for  you  ;  who's  stronger  than 

he? 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  bro- 

ken heart, 
O  hasten  to  Jesus  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
He's  full  of  compassion  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell, careless  sinner.foryouldo  mourn, 
To  think  of  your  danger  while  quite  uncon- 

cern'd  ; 

I've  heard  of  the  judgment  where  all  must  ap- 
pear, 

There  you  will  stand  trembling  with  torment- 
ing fear. 

8  Your  frolics  and  pastimes,  in  which  you  de- 

light, 

Will  serve  to  torment  you  with  dreadful  af- 
fright ; 

You'll  think  of  those  sermons  that  you've 
heard  in  vain, 

All  hopes  gone  forever,  of  hearing  again. 

9  Farewell,  faithful  Christians,  farewell,  all 

around  : 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump 

shall  sound. 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I'll  give  you  my  hand  ; 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 


HYMN  51.  73 

HYMN  51.— P.  M. 

1  O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  sou]  takes 

delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all; 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pasture  of  love  ? 
Oh  why  in  the  valley  of  death  shall  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

2  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ; 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

3  This  my  beloved  is  his  form  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odours  around ; 

The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
The  roses  of  Sharon ,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence 
blow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams  ! 


74  HYMN  52. 

4  His  voice,  as  the   sound  of  the  dulcimer 

sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

o  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubims  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks — and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoe3  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


HYMN  52.— P.  M. 

1  The  song  of  salvation  it  is  so  divine, 
There's  music  and  melody  in  every  line  ! 

It  was  sung  by  the  Hebrews  when  deliver- 
ance they  found, 

When  old  Simeon  finds  Jesus,  sweet  praises 
doth  sound. 

2  There  is  a  day  coming  when  louder  we'll 

sing, 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our  King  ; 


HYMN  53.  75 

Then  we  shall  mount  up  from  all  sorrow  and 

pain, 
The  kingdom  of  heaven  eternally  gain. 

3  O  sinners,  we're  travelling  to  yonder  bricht 

world,  •  fe 

From  which  by  transgression  the  angels  were 

hurld,  ° 

We  bid  you  a  final,  eternal  farewell ; 
Unless  you're  converted  you'll  sink  down  to 

hell. 

4  Awake,  O  poor  sinners,  awake  from  vour 

sin,  J 

To  call  on  the  Saviour  this  moment  begin  ■ 
But  if  you  neglect  it  again  and  again, 
When  God  speaks  your  sentence  we  must  sav 

Amen.  J 

HYMN  53.— P.  M. 

1  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit. 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  atthy 

feet ;  J 

In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer  who  brought  me  to 

God. 

2  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain, 
They  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine, 
I  could  not  this  mystery  completely  define. 

3  I'm   happy;  I'm   happy,  O  wondrous  ac- 

count ! 


76  HYMN  54. 

My  joys  are  immortal,  I' stand  on  the  mount ; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels  my  kindred  so  dear. 

4  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest !  • 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my 

song ; 
Thy  grace  shall   inspire  my  heart  and   my 
tongue. 

5  O  who's  like   my  Saviour?   he's   Salem's 

bright  King ; 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

sing ; 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill. 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 


HYMN  54.— L.  M. 

Prayer. 

1  What  various  hinderances  we  meet, 
In  coining  to  a  mercy  seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright, 


HYMN  55.  77 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  Ah,  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ears 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  often  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 


HYMN  55.— P.  M. 

1  Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus, 

Pray  stand  to  your  arms ; 
Prepare  for  the  battle, 
The  gospel  alarms, 
The  trumpets  are  sounding,  come,  soldiers, 

and  see, 
The  standard  of  Jesus,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Though  Satan's  black  trumpet 

Is  sounding  so  near, 
Take  courage,  brave  soldiers, 
His  armies  we  dare  : 
In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus  we  dare  him  V:  ' 

fight; 
We'll  put  his  black  armies  of  aliens  to  flig'' 


78  HYMN  55. 

3  In  the  mount  of  salvation, 

In  Christ's  armoury, 
There's  swords,  shields  and  breast-plates, 
And  helmets  for  thee. 
O  be  not  faint-hearted,  though  he  roars  like  a 

flood, 
He'll  not  stand  before  the  bright  armies  of 
God. 

4  Behold  all  the  armies 

Are  now  marching  home, 
God's  trumpet  is  sounding, 
And  bids  them  to  come  ; 
All  Zion's  fair  armies  together  do  meet, 
And  lay  down  their  armour  at  Jesus's  feet. 

5  The  angelic  army 

With  Zion  combines ; 
In  robes  of  bright  glory 
Eternally  shines ; 
All  shouting  and  singing  on  Canaan's  bright 

shore, 
Where  wars  and  commotions  can  meet  them 
no  more. 

G  We'll  join  the  bright  harpers 
In  anthems  divine, 
Whose  crowns  with  bright  diamonds 
The  sun  shall  outshine  ; 
To  the  praise  of  King  Jesus  we'll  tune  our 

harps  then, 
Salvation  and  glory  to  Jesus,  Amen. 


HYMN  56.  79 

HYMIV  56.— P.  M. 

The  Minister's  Farewell. 

1  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ; 
The  gospel  sounds  the  jubilee  ; 

My  stammering  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
From  land  to  land,  From  sea  to  sea; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace 

2  Farewell  in  bonds  of  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 
Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part, 

Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 

Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 
Although  so  kind  and  dear  to  me  ; 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go 

To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee  ; 

To  sound  the  jo}'-  and  bear  the  news 
To  Gentile  world,  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all, 
While  God  to  me  my  breath  will  give, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live  ; 
That  your  dear  souls  prepared  be 
May  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun ; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 

The  path  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run, 


80  HYMN  57. 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go — 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


HYMN  57.— P.  M. 

1  Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go  ; 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command ; 
Soon  will  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 


Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 

Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  his  judgment  will  proclaim 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar, 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 


HYMN  58.  8i 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd ; 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know  ; 
Tho'  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
It  was  for  sinners,  Jesus  died; 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come ; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied  •, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 


HYMN  58.— C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face 

Have  overpowering  charms , 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

2  Then  while  you  hear  my  heart-strings  break. 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll, 
6 


62  HYMN  59. 

A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
But  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 
I  could  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  amid  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 


HYMN  59.— L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
-  Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ! 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to.  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


HYMN  CO.  83 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize, 

Take  up  the  cro^s,  the  shame  despise, 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 


HYMN  60.— P.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll  • 
Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  hope  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  light  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  trials  ; 

But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God; 
Then,  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmet,  breast-plate,  and  my  shield, 
And  fight  the  hosts  of  Sain  a, 

Until  1  gain  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand ; 
O  come  along,  dear  sinner, 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land. 


84  HYMN  60. 

To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ! 
O  come,  or  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell ! 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before  ! 
O  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar  ! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there  ? 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair  ? 

5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave; 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'll  ride  on  Jordan's  waves  : 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean ; 

His  lamp  has  chear'd  the  gloomy  vale ; 

0  may  this  friend  be  with  me, 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail. 

6  Then  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 

And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low ! 

1  soon  shall  reach  that  region, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow ; 

Now,  Christians,  I  must  leave  you, 
A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here ; 

Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you ; 
My  soul  exults,  I'm  almost  there. 

7  But  oh  the  thoughtless  company 

That  crowd  the  road  that  leads  to  wo. 


HYMN  61.  85 

For  them  I'm  fill'd  with  sympathy; 

I  soon  must  bid  them  all  adieu  ! 
O  sinners,  must  I  leave  you  ! 

No  more  to  join  your  social  band  ? 
No  more  to  stand  before  you, 

Till  at  the  judgment  seat  we  stand  ? 

8  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Then  shall  I  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels,  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


HYMN  61.— P.  M. 

"  Ask  what  I  shall  give  thee." 4 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou. art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


86  HYMN  62. 

4  Lord  !  1  come  to  thee  for  rest,  i 
Take  possession  of  ray  breast ; 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face ; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  Ihine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  > 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


HYMPf  62.— P.  M. 

1  Why  stand  ye  here  idle, 

My  friends,  all  the  day  ? 
Your  moments  are  fleeting, 

They'll  soon  pass  away  I 
The  market  is  open, 

The  store  you  may  see, 
Then  come,  take  and  welcome, 

All  things  here  are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon, 

Here's  love  and  free  grace, 
Here's  strong  consolation. 


HYMN  62.  87 


Here's  great  joy  and  peace, 
Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless, 

The  weary  find  rest. 
Here's  all  things  in  plenty, 

For  poor  ana  distress'd. 

3  Here  are  clothes  for  the  naked, 

Here  all  may  be  clad, 
Here's  bread  for  the  hungry, 

Here  souls  may  be  fed ; 
Here's  manna  from  heaven, 

This  food  is  divine, 
Fat  things  full  of  marrow, 

And  wine  well  refin'd. 

4  Here  is  oil,  milk  and  honey, 

A  plenty  in  store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands, 

Yea,  millions  and  more  ; 
Here's  balm  for  the  wounded, 

Here's  strength  for  the  weak, 
Here  cordials  divine 

Are  prepared  for  the  sick. 

5  Then  come,  all  ye  needy, 

Ye  poor  and  distress'd, 
Come,  and  receive  freely, 

And  be  ever  bless'd ; 
Oh  come  without  money, 

To  Jesus  and  buy, 
Then  love  him  and  praise  him 

Forever  on  high. 


83  HYMN  64. 


HYMN  63.— P.  M. 

1  All  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace, 
Find  one  may  in  every  place  ; 

To  those  who  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
Our  God  is  present  every  where. 

2  In  pining  sickness,  or  in  health, 
In  poverty  or  growing  wealth, 
The  humble  soul  delights  in  prayer, 
And  God  is  present  every  where. 

3  When  Zion  mourns,  and  comforts  fail, 
And  all  her  foes  do  scoff  and  rail ; 
'Tis  then  a  time  for  secret  prayer, 
For  God  is  present  every  where. 

4  When  some  backslide,  and  others  fall, 

And  few  are  found  that  strive  at  all, 

The  faithful  find,  in  secret  prayer, 

That  God  is  present  every  where, 
i 

5  O  then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 

*    To  the  Almighty  come  and  wait ; 
Who  sees,  and  every  sigh  does  hear, 
And  he  will  answer  all  true  prayer. 


HYMN  64.— S.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

J  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 


HYMN  64.  89 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  own  their  bliss  ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

8  To  thee  ray  spirits  fly 
With  infinite  desire  ; 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  i 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 


# 


90  HYMN  66. 


HYMN  65.— P.  M. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
O  refresh  us,  O  refresh  us»* 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation, 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 
May  thy  presence,  may  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever,  may  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


HYMN  66.-P.  M. 

Indian  Hymn. 

In  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh 
Den  me  look  heaven,  and  send  up  cry, 

Upon  my  knee  so  low  ; 
Den  God  on  high  in  shining  place, 
See  me  in  night  wid  teary  face  ; 

De  priest  he  tell  me  so. 


HYMN  67.  91 

2  He  send  he  angel  take  me  care, 
He  come  heself  to  hear  me  prayer, 

If  Indian  heart  do  pray  ; 
,  He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here, 
He  say,  Poor  Indian  neber  fear, 
Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 

3  So  me  lub  God  wid  inside  heart, 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  urn  part, 

He  save  um  life  before  ; 
God  lub  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
Don  me  lub  God,  and  dat  be  good ; 

Me  pray  him  two  times  more. 


HYMN  67.— P.  M. 

Heaven. 

1  This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given  : 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  ; 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 

2  Poor  wand'rers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  are  driven  : 
And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way  : 

There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 

3  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume 

As  fading  hues  at  even ; 
And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb ; 

There's  nothing  briglit  but  heaven, 


92  HYMN  67. 

4  And  where 's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven ; 
For  sorrows,  sighs-,  and  trouble's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here ; 

There's  nothing  kind  but  heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  ; 

There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

6  From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 

SECOND    PART. 

i  -There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given, 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

8  There  is  a  soft  and  downy  bed, 
'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head, 
And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

0  There  is  a  home  for  weeping  souls, 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
V.'ho'n  tost  on  life's  tempestuous  shore, 


HYMN  68.  93 

Where  storms  arise  and  oceans  roar, 
But  all  is  o'er  in  heaven. 

10  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  ail  serene  in  heaven. 

11  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given, 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


HYMN  68.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 

For  a  little  season, 
Every  burden  to  lay  by  ; 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ? 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known: 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
There  he  bought  our  pardon. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying; 


04  HYMN  69. 

See  he  suffered  this  for  you, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mourning. 

(>  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Angels  fly  from  glory ; 
O  what  glory  shone  around, 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name  ; 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven  ; 
There  to  join  with  those  above, 
And  forever  praise  him. 


HYMN  69.— P.  M. 

1  When  shall  we  three  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  w/e  three  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire  ; 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  three  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky ; 


HYMN  70.  05 

Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
Oft  shall  we  three  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnished  locks  are  gray, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day ; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine ; 
(Long  may  this  lov'd  bow'r  remain  ;) 
Here  may  we  three  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When,  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


HYMN  70.— P.  M. 

1  Now  the  truth  is  gaining  ground, 
By  its  testimony ; 
Weighty  testimony  sound, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  ; 
Humble  souls  begin  to  see, 
In  the  heavenly  mystery ; 

And  they  hold,  and  preach,  and  sino-, 

Christ  the  great  salvation. 
Let  their  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 


96  HYMN  70. 

2  Now  the  rich  eternal  word, 

Like  the  powerful  leaven, 
Opens,  in  the  saints  of  God, 
Mysteries  of  heaven ; 
In  this  op'ning  they  behold 
All  things  clearly  new  and  old ; 
And  the  op'ning  life  within, 
Moves  the  proclamation ; 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

3  Faithful  souls  who  watch  and  pray, 

Overcome  temptation ; 
And  the  light  of  gospel  day, 
Gives  them  revelation ; 
And  the  revelations  give 
Food  which  keeps  their  souls  alive  ; 
And  they  live  and  rise  and  sing, 

Hearty  adoration  ; 
Let  their  testimony  ring 
Through  the  whole  creation. 

4  Now  the  dragon  is  afraid, 

He  shall  lose  dominion  ; 
Now  he's  calling  to  his  aid, 
Ev'ry  false  opinion ; 
Hypocrites  and  sinners  too, 
Help  compose  the  army  now, 
And  he's  plac'd  his  army  round, 

Some  in  ev'ry  nation  ; 
Here  their  vile  reproaches  sound 
Through  the  whole  creation. 


HYMN  70.  97 

5  But  the  lovely  Prince  of  Peace, 

Sometimes  called  Michael, 
With  a  band  of  humble  saints, 
Gives  the  dragon  battle  : 
And  the  only  weapon  us'd, 
Is  the  Spirit's  word  of  truth ; 
And  with  this  they  cut  and  sing, 

In  their  proper  station ; 
Let  their  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

6  In  the  battle  thus  engag'd, 

Which  I  think  is  coming ; 
Though  the  dragon  is  enrag'd, 
Saints  will  overcome  him ; 
By  the  blood  of  Christ  the  Lamb, 
Testifying  in  his  name  ; 

Thus  they'll  take  the  ground  and  sing 

Christ  the  great  salvation  ; 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 

7  Hearken,  poor,  half-hearted  souls, 

Shunning  self-denial ; 
While  the  testimony  calls, 
Do  not  fear  the  trial ; 
While  you  see  this  ardent  strife, 
Never  try  to  save  your  life  ; 

Now  give  up  to  Christ  the  King,  {g 

He's  the  great  salvation; 
Let  the  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 


98  HYMN  71. 

8  Now  if  any  want  to  know 
How  to  join  the  army 
Under  Jesus,  and  will  go 

Against  the  prince  of  darkness ; 
Wicked  self  must  be  denied, 
Strive  to  mortify  your  pride, 
And  let  Jesus  be  your  King, 
And  your  whole  salvation  ; 
Let  this  testimony  ring 

Through  the  whole  creation. 


HYMN  71.— P.  M. 

1  Come  and  taste,  along  with  me, 

The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation  ; 
Boundless  mercy  running  free, 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation. 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ  I  find, 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resign'd, 
The  fulness  of  his  power  I  prove, 
And  all  my  soul's  dissolv'd  in  love ; 
Jesus  is  the  pilgrim's  portion, 
Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean 

2  When  the  world  and  flesh  would  rise, 

And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 
Strangers  slight  or  foes  despise, 

I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favour. 
Friends,  believe  me  when  I  tell, 
If  Christ  is  present  all  is  well ; 
The  world  and  flesh  in  vain  wduld  rise  • 
I  all  their  efforts  do  despise  ; 


'HYMN  71.  99 

In  the  world  I've  tribulation, 
But  in  Christ  sweet  consolation. 

3  When  I'm  in  the  house  of  prayer, 

I  find  him  in  the  congregation ; 
Music  sweet  unto  my  ear 

Is  the  sound  of  free  salvation. 
My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  flow, 
I  love  my  God  and  brethren  so ; 
I  join,  and  sing,  and  shout  aloud, 
And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd. 
Glorious  theme  of  exultation  ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  my  salvation. 

4  Worldlings  hold  me  in  disdain, 

Because  I  slight  their  carnal  pleasure  , 
All  in  this  that  gives  me  pain, 

I«,  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 
But  among  them,  bless  the  Lord, 
There's  some  that  tremble  at  his  word; 
And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 
To  think  the  Lord  has  reach' d  their  heart  j 
O  the  praise  to  God  be  given, 
Peace  on  earth  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride  and  slight  me? 
Soon  I'll  lie  beneath  the  ground, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  me  j 
Toil,  and  pain,  and  suiFe rings  o'er, 
I'll  gain  that  blissful  happy  shore ; 
And  with  the  shining  host  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love : 


100  HYMN  71. 

Pleasures  there  beyond  expression, 
Ever  flow  in  sweet  succession. 


6  When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 

Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted, 
The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found, 

The  Lord  has  heal'd  the  broken-hearted. 
When  I  join  to  sing  his  praise, 
My  heart  in  holy  raptures  raise ; 
I  view  Immanuel's  land  afar, 
I  shout  and  wish  my  spirit  there. 
Glory,  honour  and  salvation, 
What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

7  Mourners,  see  your  Saviour  stand, 

With  arms  extended  to  receive  you ; 
See  !  he  spreads  his  bleeding  hands  ; 

Come,  venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you  j 
Cast,  all  your  doubts  and  fears  aside, 
The  door  of  mercy's  open  wide, 
The  fountain  flows  that  saves  from  sin, 
Come,  now  believe  and  enter  in ; 
Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour; 
Now  believe  and  live  forever. 

8  Sinners,  you  may  mock  and  scorn, 

Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented ; 
That  awful  day  is  hast'ning  on, 

When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented  ; 
Death,  with  its  embraces  cold, 
Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold  ; 
Your  pleasures  then  will  take  their  flight, 


HYMN  72.  101 

And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night. 
While  you're  of  that  guilty  number, 
Your  damnation  doth  not  slumber. 

9  Come,  poor  sinners,  go  with  me  ; 

My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  you ; 
Slight  not  mercy  offer'd  free; 

Venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you; 
But  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse, 
And  still  the  way  of  folly  choose, 
Unhappy  souls,  your  guilt  and  blood 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  heads. 
Darkness,  torment,  pain  and  sorrow, 
May  be  yours  before  to-morrow. 


HYMN  72.— P.  M. 

1  Ye  jewels  of  my  Master, 

Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amid  the  beams  of  glory, 

Reflect  immortal  blaze  ; 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 

To  Zion's  city  bound. 

2  When  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony  of  soul, 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enliven'd  grace, 


102  HYMN  72. 

I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 
Imprest  on  every  face. 

3  Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  join'd ; 
Though  trials  may  av  ait  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 

And  soon  you"ll  win  the  prize. 

4  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Releas'd  from  cumbrous  clay  : 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you, 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom, 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

5  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands  : 
Lo,  you're  redeem'd  for  ever, 

From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

6  As  Aaron  on  his  girdle, 

In  shining  jewels  dress'd, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 


HYMN  73.  103 


Inscrib'd  upon  his  breast ;       *. 
So  will  the  Priest  of  Zicn, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  the  kindred  own. 

7  The  golden  bells  will  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill ; 
And  sweet  immortal  anthems 

The  vocal  regions  fill ; 
In  everlasting  beauty, 

The  shining  millions  stand, 
Safe  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Amid  the  promis'd  land. 

8  We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  rapture 

Be  lost  in  love  profound  ; 
While  the  flaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling, 

From  the  unnumber'd  throng. 


HYMN  73. 
An  Address  to  Sailors. 
1  Ye  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the 
flood, 
Whose  sins,  big  as  mountains,  have  reach'd 

up  to  God, 
Remember,  the  short  voyage  of  life  soon 
will  end ; 


104  HYMN  73. 

Now  come,  brother  sailor,  make  Jesus  your 
friend. 

2  Look  astern  on  your  life ;  see  your  wake 

mark'd  with  sin ; 
Look  ahead  ;  see  the  torments  you'll  soon 

founder  in  ; 
The  hard  rocks  of  death  will  soon  beat  out 

your  keel, 
And  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to 

hell. 

3  Lay  by  your  old  compass ;  'twill  do  you  no 

good; 
It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to 

God ; 
Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't 

fall  asleep  ; 
Watch  and  pray  night  and  day,  lest  you 

sink  in  the  deep. 

4  Spring  your  luff,  brother  sailor,  the  breeze 

now  is  fair, 

Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  and  those  tor- 
ments you'll  clear  ; 

Your  leading  star,  Jesus,  keep  full  in  your 
view  ; 

You'll  weather  the  danger,  he'll  guide  you 
safe  through. 

5  Renounce   your    old    captain,  the    devil, 

straightway ; 
The  crew  which  you  sail  with  will  lead 
you  astray ; 


HYMN  73.  105 

Desert  their  black  colours,  come  under  the 

red, 
Where  Jesus  is  captain,  to  conquest  he'll 

lead. 

6  His  standard  unfurl'd,  see  it  wave  through 

the  air, 
And  volunteers  coming  from  far  off  and 

near ; 
Now's  the  time,  brother  sailor,  no  longer 

delay, 
Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wages  he'll 

pay. 

7  The  bounty  he'll  give,  when  the  voyage 

doth  begin ; 
He'll    forgive    your     transgressions     and 

cleanse  you  from  sin  : 
Good  usage  he'll  give,  while  you  sail  on 

the  way, 
And  shortly  you'll    anchor    in    heaven's 

broad  bay. 

8  In   the   harbour   of  glory,   forever  you'll 

ride, 
Free  from  quicksands   and  dangers,   and 

sin's  raging  tide ; 
Waves   of  death   cease   to   roll,   and   the 

tempest  be  o'er, 
And  the  hoarse  breath  of  Boreas  dismast 

you  no  more. 

9  The  tarpaulin  jacket  no  longer  you'll  wear, 
But  robes  dipped  in  glory,  all  clean,  white 

and  fair : 


106    .  HYMN  74. 

A  crown  on  your  head  that  will  dazzle  the 

sun, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 


HYMN  74.— C.  M. 

Class  Meeting. 

1  Lord  !  when  together  here  we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 

Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 

We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  precious  presence  still 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

Shall  then  forever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part 
Once  intercept  our  joy  ; 

5  Where,  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
But  in  seraphic  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 

Upon  the  heav'nly  shore,  . 


HYMN  75.  107 

The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 


HYMN  75.— 7>s. 

1  Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  : 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face  ; 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name: 
Yet  the  quertion  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayei  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free ; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now  ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last ! 


l.Jd  HYMN  76. 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
1  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  76.— C.  M. 

T/ie  last  Resolve. 

1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

"  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

"  Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea, 

"  And  disregard  my  pray'r, 
"  Yet  still  like  Esther  I  will  stay, 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 

"  I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
"  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"  I  must  forever  die. 

6  "  But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 

"  When  I  the  King  have  tried, 


HYMN  77.  IOp 

"  I  there  should  die,  (delightful  thought ') 
"  Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died." 


HYMN  77 — P.M. 

Class  Meeting  Hymn. 

1  Dear  friends,  for  a  week  we  must  part, 

Another  sweet  class  meeting's  gone, 
While  absent,  united  in  heart, 

Our  interests  are  blended  in  one. 
Each  other's  afflictions  we  share, 

And  bear  them  all  up  to  the  throne  ; 
Agreed  in  the  spirit  of  prayer, 

To  meet  every  day  about  noon. 

2  O  Jesus,  our  centre  and  source  ! 

Let  brotherly  love  keep  us  one  ; 
To  urge  with  unanimous  force, 

The  ark  of  the  covenant  on. 
May  each  of  us  actively  strive, 

To  gather  poor  sinners  to  God, 
And  labour  thy  work  to  revive, 

By  spreading  religion  abroad. 

3  Our  leader,  O  Lord  !  do  thou  lead, 

That  he  may  lead  us  unto  thee  j 
To  us  make  him  useful  indeed, 

And  light  in  thy  light  may  he  see. 
O  may  he  not  shun  to  declare,     . 

The  cause  and  effects  of  thy  curse, 
The  counsel  of  God  without  fear, 

That  all  may  quit  sin  or  quit  us. 


110  HYMN  78. 


HYMN  78.— P.  M* 

i  Hark,  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound  ? 

The  martial  trumpet  now  is  blowing, 
Men  in  order  listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing : 
Bounties  offer'd,  joy  and  peace, 

To  ev'ry  soldier  this  is  given ; 
And  when  from  toil  and  war  we  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepar'd  in  heaven. 

73  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression  ; 
All  their  debts  are  freely  paid, 

And  they  endow'd  with  large  possession ; 
All  that's  sick,  or  blind,  or  lame, 

Maladies  are  also  healed, 
Outlaw'd  rebels,  when  they  come, 

Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 

•  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong, 

The  burden's  on  the  Captain's  shoulder  ; 
None  so  aged  or  so  young 

But  he  may  list  and  be  a  soldier; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  nor  fly, 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection, 
None,  who  on  his  name  rely, 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

4  You  need  not  fear,  the  cause  is  good  ; 
Come,  who  will  list  and  be  a  soldier  ? 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 


HYMN  79.  Ill 

And  shouted  vict'ry  in  the  fire ; 
In  this  way  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
How  through  Christ  we  gain'd  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  through  grace  to 
glory. 

5  The  battle,  brethren,  is  begun, 

Behold  the  army's  now  in  motion ; 
Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion ; 
Shout  the  victory,  sing  aloud, 

Emmanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling 


HYMN  79.— P.  M. 

1  Enlisted  into  the  cause  of  sin, 

Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas  !  too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil ; 
Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 

Down  to  our  utter  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 

Innocent  sounds  recover? 
Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize  ? 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  ? 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Every  melting  measure, 


112  HYMN   79. 

Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 
Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come,  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 

Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 
This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 

This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us  : 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing; 

Is  there  a  subject  greater? 
Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 

Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 

His  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 
Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation  : 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Show  us  our  sins  forgiven, 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

5  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing 

Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ! 
Merry  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King, 

Joyful  we'll  sing  his  praises. 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join ; 

Triumph  in  his  salvation  ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 
Worship  and  adoration. 


HYMN  80.  113 


Heaven  already  is  begun, 
Opened  in  each  believer ; 

Only  believe,  and  still  sing  on, 
Heaven  is  ours  forever. 


HYMN  80.— 8's. 

1  Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious  : 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious 

Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour." 

3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing ; 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified, 
Conquer 'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven  ; 
Life  eternal's  through  him  given. 

5  Here  is  life,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money ; 

8 


114  HYMN  81. 

Mercy  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

6  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightnings'  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiahs  praises. 

7  Now  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fire. 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 

To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

8  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

9  Shout,  ye  saints ;  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 


HYMN  81.— L.  M. 
The  penitent  Thief. 

1  Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone, 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
And  the  moment,  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died ; 


HYMN  82.  115 

One,  with  vile,  blasphemous  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perish'd  as  too  many  do, 

With  a  Saviour  in  their  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
Faith  received  to  own  his  Lord. 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 

5  "  Lord,"  he  pray'd,  "  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be  :" 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  be  in  Paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed  ! 
Grace  vouchsaf 'd  in  time  of  need  : 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  you'll  find  him  still  the  same. 

7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  the  harden 'd  thief;. 
And  if  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  has  died  in  vain. 

HYMN   82.— L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me. 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  "free  ! 


116  HYMN  83. 

2  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  bafely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong  ! 

3  When  troubles,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Have  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  good  ! 

4  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
Though  oft  his  mercies  I've  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death ! 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  that  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  83.— P.  M. 

1  Whkn  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear 

His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd  ; 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 

Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind ; 


HYMJN  «$.  117 

But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasted  to  show  himself  kind. 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold  ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 

As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 
"  I  am  Joseph,  your  brother,*'  he  said, 

"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear  ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 

But  God,  for  your  sakes.  sent  me  here." 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more  ; 

Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 
"  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 

Oh  this  is  a  brother  indeed  !" 

4  Thus,  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came, 

And  laden'd  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word  : 
At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe  ; 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart, 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "  Thou  cursed,  depart "" 

5  But  oh  !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 

While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grac«  *, 


118  HYMN  84. 

"  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well ; 

By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain ; 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 

And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  "  I  am  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 

And  crucified  often  afresh  ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh: 
My  pardon  I  freely  bestow  ; 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply ; 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  "  Go  publish  to  sinners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

And  tell  thern  that  yet  there  is  room." 
Oh  sinners,  the  message  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend  ; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  Brother  and  Friend. 


HYMN  84.— P.  M. 

1  Ye  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming   for 

glory, 
Enlisted  with  Jesus,  to  fight  against  hell, 
New  Canaan's  bright  borders  are  now  just 

before  you, 
Though   Jordan's   proud    billows   its  banks 

overswell ;. 


HYMN  84.  119 

Ten  thousand  have  cross'd  it,  and  are  now  in 

heaven, 
All  shouting  and  praising  the  great  One  in 

Seven  ; 
And  I  hope  my  Saviour  will  bring  us  all  over, 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan  forever  to  dwell. 

2  This  makes  my  heart  merry,  it  fills  me  with 

glory, 
That  toiling  and  labouring  one  day  will  be 

o'er  : 
At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour  I'll  there  tell  my 

story , 
When  sin,  pain  and  sorrow  can  reach  us  no 

more. 
Be  bold   and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the 

devil, 
Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  manner 

of  evil ; 
Although  hell  enrages,  yet  Jesus  engages 
To  bring  us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  Dright 

snore. 

3  Like  ships  on  the  ocean,  we're  tost  by  com- 

motion : 

But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he's  a  sure  guide  : 

When  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love  has  a  foun- 
tain, 

Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus' s  side. 

Though  Satan's  wild  whirlwinds,  like  deluges 
roaring, 

With  floods  of  temptation,  as  hail  adown 
pouring ; 


120  HYMN  84. 

Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them 

not  daunt  you. 
For  Jesus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 

4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  rais- 

ing, 
Had  I  angel's  pinicns,  away  I  would  go; 
And   see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels 

praising, 
And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know ; 
To  those  blessed  Seven,  that  shine  through 

all  heaven, 
All   glory  from  saints   and   from  angels  be 

given  ; 
My   heart's    all   on    fire ;    my   Jesus   draws 

nigher ; 
His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth 

flow. 

5  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can't 

contain  me  : 
My  soul  is  so  joyful,  I'm  fill'd  with  new  wine ; 
'Tis  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory  awaits 

me, 
While  flames  from  sweet  heaven  all  round 

me  do  shine : 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  going ; 
Sweet  Jesus,  direct  me,  whate'er  I  am  doing. 
A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 
That  beggars  are  rais'd  to  a  life  so  divine. 


HYMN  85.  121 


HYMN  8 5. --P.M. 

1  Like  a  ship  see  the  church  through  the 

ocean  she  rolls ; 
She's  freighted  with  grace,  and  well  manned 

out  with  souls, 
'Midst   whirlwinds   and    tempests   she   sails 

through  the  world, 
While  storms  of  temptation  against  her  are 

hurl'd. 

2  She  is  bound  from  the  world,  through  the 

tempest  she  flies, 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  for  the 

skies ; 
While  Christ  stands  at  helm  no  danger  she'll 

fear, 
Her  captain  and  pilot  knows  which  way  to 

steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbours  below, 
But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course 

doth  go ; 
The  highlands  of  heaven,  she  still  keeps  in 

view, 
Intends  there  to  anchor  and  there  land  her 

crew. 

4  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  her  do 

roar, 
Like  the  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on 
the  shore  ; 


122  HYMN  86. 

She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the 

alarm ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  she  smiles  at  the 

storm. 

5  The  ebb-tide  of  nature  which  feeds  the 

dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion  together  agree 
To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose ; 
She  spreads  forth  her  canvass  and  outsails 

her  foes. 

6  She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despised  by  fools, 
Who  sail  the  black  sea  till  they  shipwreck 

their  souls ; 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 
Yet  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more 

sail. 

7  She's  rapidly  sailing  with  strong  gales  of 

love, 
And  soon  will  strike  soundings  on  the  fair 

coast  above  ; 
Make  the  highlands  of  heaven,  above   the 

dark  flood, 
And  anchor  forever  in  the  kingdom  of  God. 


HYMN  86.— C.  M. 

1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 


HYMN  87.  123 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 
'         In  agonies  and  blood  ; 

Who  fiy'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  iu»  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never,  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  1  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair  ; 

I  sfcw  my  s:x\s  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second. look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

My  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 


HYMN  87.— C.  M. 

1  Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear, 
"Who  are  bound  for  Canaan's  land, 

Take  courage,  and  fight  valiantly, 
Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand  : 

Our  Captain  he  is  gone  before, 
Our  Father's  only  Son  ; 


124  HYMN  87. 

Then  pilgrims  dear,  oh  do  not  fear, 
But  let  us  follow  on. 

2  Through  a  dark  and  howling  wilderness, 
To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  ; 

A  land  of  pits,  and  snares,  and  death, 
Where  chilling  winds  do  roar  ; 

But  Jesus  will  go  through  with  us, 
And  guard  us  by  the  way  . 

Though  enemies  examine  us, 
He'll  tell  us  what  to  say. 

3  Apol.  Good  morning,  brother  traveller ; 
Pray  tell  to  me  your  name ; 

And  whither  you  are  travelling  to ; 

Likewise  from  whence  you  came. 
Pil.  My  name  it  is  Bold  Pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  an  bound  ; 
I'm  from  the  howling  wilderness, 

And  the  enchanted  ground. 

4  Apol.  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head 
That  shines  so  clear  and  bright  ? 

Likewise  the  covering  of  your  breast, 

So  dazzling  to  my  sight  ? 
What  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  wear, 

On  which  you  boldly  stand  ? 
Likewise  the  shining  instrument 

You  hold  in  your  right  hand  ? 

5  Pil.  'Tis  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 
And  on  my  breast  a  shield  ; 

With  this  bright  sword  I  mean  to  fight, 
Until  I  win  the  field  : 


HYMN  87.  125 

My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  grace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand  ; 
I  mean  to  fight  until  I  die, 
/    And  gain  fair  Canaan's  land. 

6  Jpol.  You'd  better  stay  with  me,  young  man, 

And  give  your  journey  o'er ; 
Your  Captain  now  is  out  of  sight, 

His  face  you'll  see  no  more. 
My  name  is  old  Apoltyon  ; 
/    This  land  belongs  to  me, 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim's  dress, 

I'll  give  it  all  to  thee. 

[7  "  Oh  no  '"  replies  the  pilgrim  bold, 

"  Your  offer  I  disdain  ; 
A  glitt'ring  crown  of  righteousness 

I  shortly  shall  obtain  : 
If  I  continue  faithful 

To  my  dear  Lord's  command, 
1 1  shall  be  heir  with  him  above 
'     Of  Canaan's  fruitful  land." 


8  The  pleasant  fields  of  Canaan, 
How  beauteous  to  behold  ! 

The  valleys  clad  in  living  green  ! 
The  mountains  ting'd  with  gold  i 

IThe  trees  of  life  with  heavenly  fruit, 

/    Behold  how  rich  they  stand ; 

Blow,  gentle  gales,  and  bear  my  soul 
Away  to  Canaan's  land. 


126  HYMN  88. 


HYMN  88.— C.  M. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 

Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

b  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


HYMN  89.  127 


HYMN  89.— P.  M. 


/l  Come,  precious  soul,  and  let  us  take 
A  walk  becoming  you  and  me  j 
And  whither,  my  friend, 
Shall  we  our  footsteps  bend, 
To  Calvary  or  to  Gethseinane  ? 

2  "  O  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high, 
'Tis  much  too  hard  a  task  for  me  ; 

/         And  I  had  rather  stay 

In  the  broad  and  pleasant  way, 
Than  to  walk  in  the  garden  of  Gethsemane." 

3  It  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high 
'     Nor  such  a  task,  dear  sinner,  for  thee, 

If  you  lov'd  the  Man 
Who  first  laid  the  plan, 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  "  I'd  rather  abide  in  this  pleasant  plain, 
My  gay  and  merry  friends  to  see : 

And  tarry  awhile 
In  the  joys  of  the  world, 
Than  to  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary." 

5  Your  gay  companions  must  lie  in  the  dust 
Their  souls  are  bound  for  misery  ; 

And  if  you  ever  stand 
On  Canaan's  happy  land 
You  must  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

6  "  There  is  no  pleasure  that  I  can  behold 
And  it  is  a  lonely  way  to  me  ; 


128  HYMN  89. 

For  I  have  heard  them  say 
There  are  lions  in  the  way, 
And  they  lurk  in  the  mountain  Calvary." 

7  It  is  a  peaceful,  pleasant  way, 

Poor  wand'ring  soul,  could  you  but  see; 
And  you  shall  have  a  guard, 
Yea,  the  angels  of  God, 
To  conduct  you  o'er  mountain  Calvary. 

8  "  I'd  rather  have  peace,  and  live  at  my  ease, 
Than  to  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee  ; 

When  blooming  youth  is  gone, 
And  when  old  age  comes  on, 
I  will  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary." 

9  There  is  no  better  time  than  youth, 
To  travel  the  mountain  as  you  see  j 

When  old  age  comes  on, 
You  are  burden'd  with  sin  ; 
Then  how  can  you  climb  up  Calvary  ? 

10  "  O  leave  this  melancholy  theme  j 
I  cannot  enjoy  any  peace  for  thee  : 

There  is  time  enough  yet, 
And  the  journey's  not  so  great ; 
I  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary." 

11  O  hark,  I  hear  a  doleful  sound  ! 
You  greatly  should  alarmed  be ; 

A  blooming  youth  is  gone, 
And  is  laid  in  the  tomb, 
Who  refused  to  climb  Mount  Calvary. 


HYMN  90.  129 

12  '  Alas,  I  know  not  what  to  do ; 
You  greatly  have  alarmed  me, 

For  in  sin  I've  gone  on, 
Till  I  fear  I'm  undone  ; 
Lord,  help  me  to  climb  up  Calvary  !' 

13  O  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee , 
But  look  to  the  Man, 
Who  was  slain  for  your  sin, 

And  he'll  help  you  to  climb  up  Calvary 


HYMN  90.— P.  M. 

1  With  pleasure  behold 
The  city  of  gold, 

How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  bright; 

Coming  down  from  above, 

In  its  beauty  and  love, 
Adorned  with  glory  and  light ; 

Prepared  as  a  bride, 

For  Immanuel's  side ; 
Let  angels  rejoice  at  the  sight ; 

Jerusalem  new 

Its  glory  doth  show, 
The  wisdom  of  God  and  his  might. 

2  Its  walls  great  and  high, 
Behold  it  with  joy, 

Think  of  it,  ye  saints,  with  delight; 

Behold  its  foundation 

With  great  admiration, 
With  precious  stones  garnished  bright ; 
9 


130  HYMN  90. 

It  lieth  four  square, 

A  golden  reed  there, 
With  angels  to  measure  it  right; 

Consider  with  p'v^asure, 

It's  equal  in  measure. 
Its  length,  breadth  and  height  are  alike. 

3  Twelve  angels  there  wait, 
At  twelve  holy  gates, 

The  righteous  rejoice  when  they  enter; 

For  they  will  behold 

A  city  of  gold, 
The  tree  of  life  placed  in  the  centre 

There  proceeds  from  the  throne 

Of  the  king  whom  they  own, 
A  river,  of  water  of  life  ; 

As  crystal  it's  clear, 

As  wine  it  doth  cheer 
The  heart  of  the  bride,  the  Lamb's  wife. 

4  There  those  who  do  well, 
With  Jesus  shall  dwell, 

For  ever  and  ever  in  peace ; 

They  need  not  the  moon, 

Nor  the  bright  shining  sun, 
In  so  glorious  and  holy  a  place. 

God's  glory  will  shine, 

And  give  light  divine, 
Therefore  it  will  never  be  night 

What  raptures  are  there  ! 

All  heaven  will  share, 
It's  perfectly  filled  with  ight. 


HYMN  91.  131 

5  The  saints  shall  there  reign 
With  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

The  face  of  their  King  they  will  see ; 

There  standing  before  him, 

To  love  and  adore  him, 
His  name  in  their  foreheads  will  he. 

Great  joy  will  be  there, 

The  righteous  will  share, 
While  angels  their  voices  are  raising ; 

How  pleasant  the  singing, 

Melodiously  ringing, 
While  saints  are  in  harmony  praising. 

6  How  pleasant  their  singing, 
Melodiously  ringing 

All  praising  with  cheerfulest  voices  . 

What  melodious  sounds 

Are  echoing  round, 
While  all  in  that  city  rejoices ! 

How  rich  and  how  great, 

How  good  and  complete, 
That  city  which  God  will  prepare ; 

How  pure  and  how  holv, 

And  full  of  bright  glory, 
How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  fair  ! 


HYMN  91.— P.  M. 

1  The  old  Israelites  knew  what  it  was  they 
must  do, 
If  fair  Canaan  they  would 


132  HYMN  91. 

They  must  still  keep  in  sight  of  the  pillar 
of  light, 
Which  led  on  to  the  promised  rest. 

2  The  camps  on  the  road,  could  not  be  their 

abode, 

But  oft  as  the  trumpet  should  blow, 
They  all,  glad  of  a  chance  of  a  further  ad- 
vance, 

Must  then  take  up  their  baggage  and  go. 

3  I  am  thankful,  indeed,  for   the  heavenly 

Head, 
Which  before  me  has  hitherto  gone ; 
For  that  pillar  of  love  which  doth  onward 

still  move, 
And  doth  gather  our  souls  into  one. 

4  Now  the  cross-bearing  throng,  are  advanc- 

ing along, 
And  a  closer  communion  doth  flow, 
Now  all  who  would  stand  on  the  promised 
land, 
Let  them  take  up  their  crosses  and  go. 

5  The  way  is  all  ne»v,  as  it  opens  to  view, 

And  behind  is  a  foaming  Red  sea  ; 
So  none  now  need  speak  of  the  onions  and 
leeks, 
Or  to  talk  about  garlics  to  me. 

6  My  mind's  in  pursuit,  I  must  have  the  good 

fruit, 
Which   in   Canaan's  rich  valleys  doth 
grow ; 


HYMN  91  133 

Although  millions  of  foes  should  rise  up 
and  oppose, 
I  will  take  up  my  crosses  and  go. 

7  What  though  some  in  the  rear  preach  up 

terror  and  fear, 
And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet ; 
Though  the  giants   before  with  great  fury 

do  roar, 
I  am  resolved  I  will  never  retreat. 

8  We  are  little  'tis  true,  and  our  numbers  are 

few, 
And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  tall ; 
But  while  I  see  a  track,  I  will  never  give 

back, 
But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

9  Though,  while  scatter'd  around  in  this  wil- 

derness ground, 
With  good  manna  awhile  we've  been  fed  ; 
This  will  not  always  do,  we  must  rise  and 

go  through, 
Till  we  feed  on  the  heavenly  bread. 

10  Now  the  morning  doth  dawn  for  the  camps 

to  move  on, 

And  the  priests  with  their  trumpets  do 
blow  ; 
As  the  priests  give  the  sound,  and  the  trum- 
pets resound, 

All  my  soul  is  exulting  to  go. 

11  On  Jordan's  near  side  I  can  never  abide, 

For  no  place  here  of  refuge  I  see, 


134  HYMN  91. 

Till  I  come  to  the  spot,  and  inherit  the  lot, 
Which  the  Lord  God  will  give  unto  me. 

12  Now  'tis  union  I  seek  with  the  pure  and 

the  meek, 

So  an  end  to  all  discord  and  strife ; 
Since  I  have  fixed  mine  eyes  on  the  heav- 
enly prize, 

I  will  go  at  the  risk  of  my  life. 

13  If  I  am  faithful  and  true,  and  my  journey 

pursue, 
Till  I  stand  on  the  heavenly  shore, 
I  shall  joyfully  see  what  a  blessing  to  me 
Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 

14  Since  these  losses  are  gain,  I  will  never 

complain, 
But  so  long  as  I  am  able  to  move, 
With  the  resolute  few,  I'm  resolved  to  go 

through,  ;. 

Till  I  reach  the  fair  Canaan  above. 

15  All  my  honours  and  wealth,  all  my  pleas- 

ures and  health, 
I  am  willing  should  now  be  at  stake  ; 
If  my  Christ  I  obtain,  I  shall  think  it  great 

gain 
For  the  sacrifice  which  I  shall  make. 

16  When  I  all  have  forsook,  like  a  bubble 

'twill  look, 
From  the  midst  of  a  glorified  throng, 


HYMN  92.  135 

Where  all  losses  are  gain,  where  each  sor- 
row and  pain 
Are  exchang'd  for  the  conqueror's  scng 


HYMN  92.— P.  M. 

1  Hearken,  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  ye  vain 

ones, 
Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consider, 
Learn  from  a  friend's  pen  truths  that  are 

most  painful, 

A  sick-bed  reflection. 

2  Healthful  and  gay,  like*  you  I  spent  my 

moments, 
Fondly  my  heart  said ,  joy  shall  last  forever, 
But  I'd  forgotten  man  has  no  enjoyments, 
But  by  permission. 

3  Sudden    and    awful   from  the   height   of 

pleasure, 

By  pain  and  sickness  thrown  upon  a  death- 
bed, 

Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 
Raging  disorder. 

4  Kindest  attention  of  my  friends  most  hu- 

mane, 
With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  physician, 
All  skill  is  baffled, while  distress  and  anguish 
Torture  my  whole  frame. 


136  HFMN  92. 

5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are 

fruitless, 
Changing   my  place   does   not   abate   my 

fever ; 
Here  like  a  reptile,  on  a  bed  of  embers, 
Tortured  I  languish. 

6  Hopes  of  recov'ry  my  fond  heart  indulged, 
Till  my  physician,  to  my  great  amazement, 
Kindly  inform'd  me  that  my  case  was  des- 

p'rate, 

Death  was  approaching. 

7  Wonders  on  wonders  to  my  view  now  open, 
Life  is  receding,  to  the  grave  I'm  hast'ning ; 
Am   I   prepared  ?    this   dreadful    moment 

must  I  ' 

Meet  my  Creator  ? 

8  Twenty-five  years  I've  spent  without  con- 

sidering 
Man  was  a  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment, 
Life  but  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  arrow, 
»  Quick  to  dispel  it. 

9  Oft  have  I  listen'd  while  death-bells  were 

tolling, 

Seen    the    graves    open    with    spectators 
mourning, 

But  for  myself  was,  spite  of  all  these  warn- 
ings, 

Long  life  expecting. 

10  Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  re- 

jected, 


HYMN  93.  137 

In  my  gay  moments,  thoughts  of  death  I've 

banish 'd, 
When  grown  gray -headed,  I  have  oft  resolved 
Death  to  prepare  for. 

11  Time  in  advance  to  me  seemed  moving 

slowly, 

Days  without  numbering  I  propos'd  for  pleas- 
ure ; 

But  they  are  blasted  !  Now  behold  the  end  of 
Procrastination. 

12  Tortur'd  in  body,  not  a  limb  escapes  it, 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer, 
All  is  disorder  !  yet  my  state  eternal 

Now  is  depending. 

13  Now  ghastly  death  !  pray  stop  one  mo- 

ment longer, 
Till  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions ' 
No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation^ 
Shun  my  example. 


HYMN  93.— P.  M. 

Shout  aloud,  O  ye  angels, 

In  glory's  bright  rays  ; 
Who  wait  on  king  Jesus, 

His  glory  to  praise  ; 
Ye  thousands  of  thousands, 

Ascribing  your  songs 
To  Jesus,  whom  praises 

And  power  belongs. 


138  HYMN  93. 

2  Shout  aloud,  saints  in  glory, 

The  Saviour's  high  praise, 
Who  on  Jesus's  glory 

Eternally  gaze  ; 
He's  worthy  of  honour 

From  all  that's  above  ; 
For  he  was  your  ransom, 

With  grace,  truth  and  love. 

3  Shout  aloud,  O  ye  heralds, 

Christ  makes  you  to  sound, 
Salvation  from  Jesus, 

To  sinners  around  ; 
Shout  glory  to  Jesus, 

And  go  in  his  name ; 
And  he,  by  his  Spirit, 

Will  make  you  a  flame. 

4  Shout  aloud  to  your  shepherd, 

Who  gives  you  his  law ; 
His  foes  shall  behold  him, 

And  sink  down  in  awe  ; 
Your  Saviour  will  give  you 

His  word  for  your  sword, 
.   And  with  it  you'll  conquer, 

For  Christ  is  your  Lord. 

6  Shout  aloud,  O  ye  churches, 

For  Jesus  is  King  ; 
And  hold  on  rejoicing, 

His  praises  to  sing  ; 
Depend  on  his  mercy, 

He'll  carry  you  through, 


HYMN  93, 

And  you  may  shout  glory 
While  you're  here  below. 

6  Shout  aloud,  for  in  Jesus 

Your  life  shall  increase  ; 
His  promise  is  certain, 

And  you  shall  have  peace ; 
Your  tears  shall  be  wiped, 

And  soon  you  shall  sing, 
In  eternal  glory, 

With  Jesus  your  King. 

7  Shout,  Jesus  is  worthy, 

He's  Zion's  bright  King; 
Ye  young  men  and  maidens, 

His  praises  now  sing  ; 
O  daughter  of  Zion, 

Come  sing  your  sweet  song  y 
Your  harps  have  been  hanging 

On  willows  too  long. 

8  The  sun  shows  his  glory, 

The  moon  spreads  his  praise  ; 
The  stars  all  in  order, 

Declare  his  decrees ; 
The  bow  and  the  harvest 

Do  show  he's  the  Lord, 
Forever  declaring 

The  truth  of  his  word. 

9  The  thunder,  while  roaring, 

Is  showing  his  voice  ; 
And  showers  descending, 


140  HYMN  93. 

Make  valleys  rejoice ; 
The  mountains,  in  standing, 

Do  show  forth  his  pow'r  ; 
And  waters  are  shouting 

From  shore  unto  shore. 

10  Th°  birds  sing  his  praises, 

Which  fly  in  the  air ; 
The  rose  and  the  lily 

His  beauties  declare; 
The  fish  in  the  ocean, 

He  makes  them  to  swim, 
And  leap  out  of  water, 

In  honour  to  him. 

11  Here's  glory  and  honour, 

To  Jesus  below ; 
All  things  here  around  us 

His  power  do  show  ! 
He's  worthy  of  honour, 

From  all  things  that  be, 
On  earth  or  in  heaven, 

And  all  in  the  sea. 

12  Salvation,  dominion, 

With  power  and  praise  ; 
Hosanna  to  Jesus, 

For  riches  of  grace  ; 
Hallelujah  to  Jesus, 

I'll  shout  and  I'll  sing; 
For  he  is  my  Refuge, 

My  Rock  and  my  King, 


HYMN  94.  141 

HYMN  94.— S.  M. 

Penitential. 

1  Bkside  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 

From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  waters  move, 

And  others  round  me  stepping  in, 
Their  efficacy  prove. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain  ; 
I  feel  the  very  same, 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 

4  Oh  would  the  Lord  appear, 
My  malady  to  heal ; 

He  knows  how  long  I've  languish  d  here, 
And  what  distress  I  feel. 

5  How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought, 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

6  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool, 

Where  streams  of  sov'reign  virtue  flow, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

7  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  cry ; 


143  HYMN  95. 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

8  No,  he  is  full  of  grace, 
He  never  will  permit 
A  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 


HYMN  95.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 

Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me,  as  he  pass'd  by, 
"  With  God  you  have  no  union." 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry ; 
And  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  so  that  I  must  die  j 

I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy ; 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean ; 
And  oh  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 


HYMN  96.  143 

5  I  praised  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I'd  something  still  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union 


HYMN  96.— C.  M. 

1  O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  piaise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  : 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  : 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


144  HYMN  97. 


HYMN  97.~P.IH. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak'and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  , 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh ; 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger ; 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is,  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous ; 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 


HYMN  98.  145 


Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 


HYMN  98.— C.  M. 

1  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne : 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believingj  true  and  clean  i 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part, 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nnture,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Com  ?  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  :hy  new  name  upon  my  heart 
Thy  sew,  best  name  of  love. 
10 


146  HYMN  100. 


HYMN  99.— P.  M. " 

1  Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasingf, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  ; 
•    Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  naming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  0!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain 'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


HYMN  100.— P.  M. 
1  Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  own,  but  cannot  see  ; 


HYMN  100.  147 

My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee ; 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long ; 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  ; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

4  Yield  to  me  now — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair: 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer  ! 
Speak  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 

5  'Tis  love,  'tis  love  !  Thou  diedst.  for  me, 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart, 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  love  thou  art; 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


148  HYMN  101. 

6  I  kmi'v  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
Jeruis,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


HYMN  101.— P.  M. 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought: 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

O  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  prav,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Faith  is  weak  in  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 


HYMN  102.  149 

6  Yet  1  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall : 
Should  1  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  1  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet. 

Choose  the  ways  I  onoe  abhorr'd, 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

i)  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  1  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


HYMN  102.— P.  M. 

1  O  tkll  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain 

store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er  ; 
A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe,  in  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number,  will  Jesus  receive  : 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 

day. 


150  HYMN  103. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after 

him,  go : 
4_iO  !  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above  ; 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will 

prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell  and 

sin, 
'Midst   outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ 

within  : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind  : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 

face. 


HYMN  103.— C.  M. 

How  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  ! 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight : 

Yet,  O  !  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay  ! 


HYMN  104.  151 

We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrctinn  near. 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd. 
And  with  his  glorinu3  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill  d. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bestow! 

And  let  the  vessels  break  ; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  mef 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  104.— P.  ML. 

1  Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature-good ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  t 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo 

The  sin-atoning  victim  died  ! 


152  HYMN  105. 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified ! 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart: 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide  . 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  : 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ' 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

HYMN  105.— L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon : 


HYMN  106.  153 

His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view; 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  , 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  1  am  the  way." 

5  Lo,  glad  I  come ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  , 
I'll  point  to  tny  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  !" 


HYMN  106.— P.  M. 

1  Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  feara, 


154  HYMN  107. 

And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  : 
On  fiith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  surfer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed  bliss,  inspiring  hope, 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  ! 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
We  soon  with  op°n  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

HYMN  107.— L.  M. 

1  He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around 


HYMN  108.  155 

A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ' 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan 'd  beneath  your  load  . 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  : 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise); 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell, 

How  high  your  great  Deliv'rer  reigns, 
Sing  how  ne  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains  ! 
Say,  '*  Live  forever,  wondrous  King ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  t" 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  Where's  thy  sting  ? 
And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?■' 


HYMN  108.— P.  M. 

Convinced  of  Backsliding. 

1  How  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Saviour  obey,        t 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above 
Tongue  cannot  express 


156  HYMN  108. 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb: 
When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 
What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  I 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ," 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4^Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  sufFer'd  and  died, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me.    , 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 
I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  o®  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  envied  Elijah  his  seat ; 


HYMN  109.  157 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 
In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet 

7  0  !  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ' 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God 


HYMN  109.— S.  M. 

1  And  let  our  bodies  part, 

To  diff'rent  climes  repair; 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  corner-stone, 

Did  first  our  hearts  unite  ! 
And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  O  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  below'; 
And  foirvving  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  farther  conquests  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  labourers  lies; 
And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward, 
Which  waits  us  in  the  skies.1 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 


158  HYMN  110. 

That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end  ! 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
Our  suff'ring  and  our  pain! 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore 
Shall  never  part  again. 


HYMN  110.— P.  M. 

1  Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favour' d  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  wha  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears; 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 

To  his  ransom'd  worshippers; 
With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars ! 

4  Yea.  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 


HYMN  111.  159 

Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own : 
Jah  !  Jehovah  ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down ! 


HYMN111.-S.M. 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  well-wrought  frame  decay  r 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array 'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love; 
O  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above. 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


160  HYMN  112. 


HYMN  112.— P.M. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary : 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me ; 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spiiit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear : 


HYMN  113.  161 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father !  cry. 


HYMN  113.— C.  M. 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

1  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  surfer  on  my  threescore  years 

'Till  my  deliv'rer  come  ; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 


162  HYMN  114. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  suff  'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMN  114.— L.  M. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  sin  and  fly  to  heav'n ; 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die ; 
Beneath  the  clods  their  dust  must  lie  ; 
They'll  have  no  share  in  all  that  's  done 
Beneath  the  circle  of  the  sun. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  pursue; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

C  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  , 


HYMN  116.  163 

O  may  we  all  improve  the  grace, 
And  see  with  joy  thy  glorious  face 

HYMN  115.— L.  M. 

Thou  shalt  make  thy  prayer  unto  him,  and  he 
shall  hear  thee.     Job  xxii.  27. 

1  Pray'r  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray . 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject ;  if  sin  distress  ; 

fn  ev'ry  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  pray'r  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 

Though  thoughtbe  broken, language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak  • 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail , 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  j 
Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 


HYMN   116.— CM. 

That  at  the  name  of  Jesus  every  knee  should 

bow.     Heb.  ii.  10. 
1  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  pinners  ffiv'n  ! 


164  HYMN  117. 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear ; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heav'n. 

2  0  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

3  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  loving  truth  proclaim : 
'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry,  "  Behold  the  Lamb  !" 

4  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name  ! 
Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold  !  behold  the  Lamb  ! 


HYMN  117.— L.  P.  M. 

And  in  his  law  doth  he  meditate  day  and  night. 
Psalm  i.  2. 

1  How  happy,  gracious  Lord,  are  we  ! 
Divinely  drawn  to  follow  thee, 

Whose  hours  divided  are 
Betwixt  the  mount  and  multitude  : 
Our  day  is  spent  in  doing  good, 

Our  night  in  praise  and  pray'r. 

2  With  us  no  melancholy  void, 
No  moment  lingers  unemploy'd 

Or  unimprov'd  below  : 
Our  weariness  of  life  is  gone, 


HYMN  118.  165 

Who  live  to  serve  our  God  alone, 
And  only  thee  to  know. 

The  winter's  night,  and  summer's  day, 
Glide  imperceptibly  away, 

Too  short  to  sing  thy  praise  ; 
Too  few  we  find  the  happy  hours, 
And  haste  to  join  those  heav'nly  pow'rs, 

In  everlasting  lays. 

With  all  who  chant  thy  name  on  high, 
And  holy,  holy,  holy  cry, 

A  bright,  harmonious  throng, 
We  long  thy  praises  to  repeat, 
And  ceaseless  sing  around  thy  seat, 

The  new,  eternal  song. 


HYMN  118.— P.  M. 

1  Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 

We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 

The  day  of  eternity  come  : 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode, 
The  house  of  our  Father  above, 

The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end 

When,  rais'd  by  the  life-giving  word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord  : 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air, 


66  HYMN  119. 

No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin, 
No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ! 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  near  : 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal,  her  buildings  are  clear : 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood ! 
And  brightly  her  builder  displays, 

And  shines  with  the  glory  of  God. 


HYMN  119.— P.  M. 

1  Come,  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one  ; 
Hold  up  your  hands  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  ; 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling  bid  you  come  ; 
Whilst  angels  beckon  you  away, 

To  your  eternal  home. 

2  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view  ; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ; 
While  friends  stand  weeping  all  around, 

And  loath  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

3  O,  Christians,  are  you  ready  now, 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ? 


HYMN  120.  167 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  a  smiling  God  ! 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

4  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there  ; 
Tho'  you're  to  walk  th'  enchanted  ground, 

Hold  out,  and  do  not  fear. 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls, 

The  land  keep  still  in  view  ; 
And  when  you  reach  fair  Canaan's  shore, 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 


HYMN  120.— L.  M. 

1  The  people  called  Christians,  how  many 

things  they  tell, 

About  the  land  of  Canaan,  where  saints  and 
angels  dwell ; 

But  sin,  that  dreadful  ocean,  encloses  them 
around, 

With  its  tides  still  divides  them  from  Ca- 
naan's happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient  to  find  a 

passage  through, 
And  with  united  wisdom,  have  tried  what  they 
could  do  ; 


168  HYMN  120. 

But  vessels  built  by  human  skill  have  never 

sailed  far, 
'Till  we've   found   them   aground   on   some 

dreadful  ssfndy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  gospel  has  launched  the 

deep  at  last ; 

Behold  her  sails  extended  around  her  tower- 
ing mast ; 

Along  the  deck  in  order,  the  joyful  sailors 
stand, 

Crying,  Ho,  here  we  go  to  Immanuel's  happy 
land. 

4  The  passengers  united,  in  order,  peace  and 

love, 

The  wind's  all  in  our  favour,  how  sweetly 
we  do  move  ! 

Let  tempests  now  assail  us  and  raging  bil- 
lows roar, 

We  will  sweep  through  the  deep  till  we  reach 
fair  Canaan's  shore. 

5  To  those  who  stand  spectators  what  anguish 

must  ensue, 
To  see  their  old  companions  bid  them  a  long 

adieu ! 
The  pleasures  of  your  paradise  no  longer  can 

invite, 
Here  we  sail,  you  may  rail,  but  we'll  soon 

be  out  of  sight. 

6  We  are  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  the 

world  farewell, 


HYMN  121.  169 

And  where  we  shall  cast  anchor,  no  human 

tongue  can  tell ; 
About  our  future  destiny  there  need  be  no 

debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide,  with  our  captain 

and  his  mate. 

7  The    peaceful    port   we'll    enter,   though 

tow'ring  billows  roar, 
And  join  with  saints  and  angels  our  Saviour 

to  adore ; 
The  Captain  of  salvation  will  bring  us  safe 

to  land 
In  the  gospel  ship,  O  glory  !  to  join  the  heav 

enly  band. 

HYMN  121.— L,.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

1  A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  Captain,  King,  and  Head ; 
And  under  thee  I  still  will  fight 

The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  ensign  of  our  conquering  Lord, 
The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  King  Jesus. 

2  Thou  art  my  Lord ;  keep  me,  I  pray, 
That  I  may  run  the  heavenly  way  ! 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 

But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart. 


170  HYMN  122 

Help  me  to  walk  in  humbleness, 
March  in  the  way  of  holiness, 
O  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review  ; 

3  That  when  our  General  shall  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  of  drum, 

'Tis  then  our  well  dress' d  ranks  shall  stand 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  when  our  foes  shall  get  the  rout, 
And  Jesus  wheels  them  left  about, 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free 
To  join  the  blood-wash'd  company  j 
Our  wages  shall  be  harps  of  gold 

And  joys  of  heaven  which  can't  be  told. 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  wine, 
The  band  of  music  we  shall  join  ; 
And  hallelujah's  highest  key 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 


HYMN  122— P.  M. 

1  Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors, 

And  a  terror  unto  kings  ; 
Oft  he  fills  our  minds  with  horrors, 

Telling  us  of  frightful  things  ; 
Lands,  of  darkness,  shades  of  silence, 

Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie  : 
How  many  thousands  he  has  conquer'd  ! 

We,  alas,  must  shortly  die  ! 


HYMN  122.  171 

2  "  See,  weak  man,  how  unexpected, 
In  my  chariot  forth  I  ride  ! 

Fierce  convulsions,  pains  and  fevers, 

Are  the  weapons  by  my  side  : 
Kingdoms,  countries,  or  their  cities, 

Kings,  their  councils,  or  their  slaves, 
None  of  these  mine  eyes  have  pitied ; 

Quick  I  bring  them  to  their  graves. 

3  "  See  them  lie  without  distinction  ! 
Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain  ; 

Nor  can  reason's  comprehension 

E'er  behold  them  rise  again." 
Stop,  oh  Death  !  don't  boast  of  vict'ry  ; 

Stop  and  hear  what  faith  can  say  ; 
Our  blessed  Jesus,  glorious  Saviour  ! 

Was  entomb'd  near  Calvary. 

4  See  him  rising  !  bear  him  triumph  ! 
"  I,  oh  Death  !  have  conquer'd  you ; 

Though  thy  looks  are  so  dismaying 
To  my  saints,  I'll  bring  them  through. 

This  gives  cause  for  all  believers 
To  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King  ; 

Death's  no  more  than  a  dark  curtain, 
Drawn  to  let  my  saints  come  in. 

5  "  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
There  the  weary  are  at  rest ; 

There  my  saints  do  cease  from  sufF'ring, 

There  they  are  divinely  blest ; 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  sorrow, 

Free  from  sickness,  care  and  pain ; 


172  '        HYMN  123 

No  gloomy  thoughts,  or  dismal  horrors, 
E'er  shall  frighten  them  again." 

6  Thus  the  saints  in  holy  triumph 

May  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King, 
Ask  the  grave.  "  Where  is  thy  vict'ry  ? 

Boasting  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting?" 
Rcdeem'd  and  pardon'd  through  the  Saviour, 

Though  the  grave  my  flesh  annoy, 
Death's  but  the  gate  to  endless  glory, 

Gate  to  everlasting  joy. 


HYMN  123.— P.  M. 

1  While  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding 

their  sheep, 
Promiscuously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  trembling  few  : 
"Dispel  all  your  sorrows,  and  banish  your  fears, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears. 

2  **  Though  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was 

found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground, 
Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve 
The  loss  ye  sustain'd  by  the  Devil  and  Eve  : 
Trlen  shepherds  be  tranquil ;  this  instant  arise, 
Go  visit  your  Saviour,  and  see  where  he  lies. 

3  "  A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find 
This  wonderful  stranger,  this  friend  to  man- 

kind; 


HYMN  124.  173 

A  manger  his  cradle,  the  stall  his  abode, 
The  oxen  are  near  him,  beholding  your  God  : 
Then  shepherds  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie 

low, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  so." 

4  This  wonderful  story  no  sooner  was  heard, 
Than  thousands  of  angels  from  glory  appear'd ; 
They  join'd  in  a  concert,  and  this  was  their 

theme, 
"  All  glory  to  God,  and  good  will  towards  men: 
Then  shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voice  to 

the  choir, 
And  catch  a  few  sparks  of  the  celestial  fire." 

5  "  Hosanna,"  the  angels  in  ecstasy  cried  ; 

"  Hosanna,"  the  wondering  shepherds  replied: 
"  Salvation,  redemption,  all  centred  in  one, 
All  glory  to  God,  for  the  birth  of  his  Son  : 
Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to 

God; 
Go  visit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode." 


HYMN  124.— P.  M. 

Trusting  in  Grace  and  Providence. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 


174  HYMN  124. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"  As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh  be  not  dis- 

may'd ! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  re- 
fine. 

6  "  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal, "unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs   shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  on  my  bosom  *be 

borne. 


HYMN  125.  175 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  re- 
pose, 

J  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour 
to  shake, 

ril  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 


HYMN  125.— P.  M. 

1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion  now  descend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace,  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God.  and  kind ; 


176  HYMN  12G. 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


HYMN  126.— P.  M. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and   sweet 
flow'rs, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ! 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Having  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 
No  changes  or  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  j 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


HYMN  127.  177 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  : 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


HYMN  127— C.  M. 

1  When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Why,  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ? 

2  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

3  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd 

4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

5  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 


178  HYMN  128. 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worldsr 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee, 
A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


HYMN  128.— P.  M. 

1  Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  af- 

fright, 

Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite, 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide ; 

The  promise  assures  us,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are 

fed: 

From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our 
bread ; 

His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  de- 
nied, 

So  long  as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the 

tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


HYMN  128.  179 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abra'm  of  old : 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  u 

bold; 
For  though   we  are  strangers,  we  have  a 

sure  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord   will 

provide. 

5  When i  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And   fill   us   with   fears,   we   triumph   by 

faith :  ' 

He  cannot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has 

tried) 
The  heart-cheering  promise,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 


6  He   tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope   is   in 

vain, 

The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  ob- 
tain : 

But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have 
tried, 

This  answers  all  questions,  The  Lord  will 
provide. 

7  No  strength  of  our  own  nor  goodness  we 

,  claim ; 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  name  j 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  : 
The  Lord  is   our  power,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 


180  HYMN  129. 

8  When   life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in 

View, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us 

through  : 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on 

our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 


HYMN  129.— P.  M. 

1  O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ! 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  to  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen ; 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  stranger  to  the  world,  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise : 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  is  there, 


HYMN  130.  18J 

And  my  abiding  home  : 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ! 

5  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest  : 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 


HYMN  130.— P.  M. 

1  Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee, 

A  worm  of  earth,  1  cry  ; 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die  ! 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand 

Secure,  insensible  ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 


182  HYMN  131. 

And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
And  wake  to  righteousness  ! 

4  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar: 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


HYMN  131.— P.  M. 

1  And  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN  132.  183 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  ? 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day  ! 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

4  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray; 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ! 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace  ! 


HYMN  132.— S.  M. 

Morning. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
O  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

JJ  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 
Pollute  the  rising  day  ! 
May  Jesus'  blood,  like  evening  dew* 
Wash  all  our  stains  away  ! 


184  HYMN  133. 

3  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

4  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  one  in  three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  be. 


HYMN  133.—C.  M. 

1  I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust 
•   Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his.  hands, 
'Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  humble  name 

Before  his  Father's  face  ; 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


HYMN  135.  185 


HYMN  134.— S.  M. 

"  Upon  the  first  day  of  the  week,  very  early  in 
the  morning" 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

?,  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place, 

Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
That's  spent  in  guilt  and  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


HYMN  135.— P.  M. 

1  Hark  !  listen  to  the  trumpeters  ! 

They  sound  for  volunteers  ! 
On  Zion's  bright  and  flow'ry  mount 

Behold  the  officers — 
Their  horses  white,  their  garments  bright 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand. 


186  HYMN  136. 

Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame ; 
A  soldier  I  will  be; 

1  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band 

(They  will  their  colours  fly), 
But  call  for  valiant-hearted  men, 

Who 're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  The  armies  now  are  in  parade  ; 
How  martial  they  appear! 

All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform, 

They  look  like  men  of  war ; 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  Eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood,- 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 
And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell ; 

How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms  ! 

The  great  Immanuel ! 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

Th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 


HYMN  136.— 7.  6. 

Missionary  Hymn. 
I  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand ; 


HYMN  136.  187 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strovvn  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 
m    The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  re  iff  n. 


188  HYMN  137. 

HYMN  137.— lis. 

"  1  icould  not  live  alway." — Job. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no— welcome  the 

tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom  : 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from 

his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns ; 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 
greet ; 


HYMN  138.  18a 

While  the  anthems,  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul ! 


HYMN  138.— 8.  7. 

Bartimeus. 

1  "  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David  !" 

Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd  ; 
u  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will.' 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness  ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  ; 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  1  have  found  ! 

6  "  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And' would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him ; 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


190  HYMN  139. 

HYMN  139. 

The  Saint's  Siceet  Home. 

1  'Mid    scenes   of   confusion   and  creature 

complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints, 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  ! 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Prepare  me;  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace  ! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 

cease ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 

roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee  ; 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at 

home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my 

day; 


HYMN  140.  191 

In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace. 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face  ; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to 

shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With    glorified   millions   to   praise   thee,  at 

home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my  home 


HYMN  140.—C.  M. 

Repentance. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I  ? 


O,  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  on  Calvary  ; 

The  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

That  liveth  again, 
To  intercede  for  me. 


92  HYMN  141. 

Was  it  for  crimes,  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? — 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 

For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  my  eyes,  in  tears. 

But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away- 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

O  the  Lamb,  &c. 


HYMN  141.  • 

The  Home  of  Heaven. 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  gra6e, 
wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 

to  trace  ; 
n  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Jnmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Saviour  !  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 


HYMN  141.  193 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade 

away, 
They  bloom  for   a    season,   but   soon    they 

decay, 
But  pleasures   more   lasting,   in   Jesus   are 

given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at 
home. 

3  Allure   me   no  longer,  ye   false   glowing 

charms  ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his   children   at 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,   vain    amusements,   my   follies, 

adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory,  I  view  ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 

13 


194  HYMN  142. 

"  Well  done,  faithful  servant ;  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the   Saviour  at 
home.  4 

C  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be 

o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
They  dwell  with  the   Saviour  forever  at 
home. 


HYMN  142. 

The  JYeio  Year. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear  ! 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay ; 


HYMN  143.  195 

» 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  : 
The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here  ! 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 
do!" 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into   my  joy,  and  sit   down   on  my 
throne." 


HYMN  143.— P.  M. 

1  Hail,  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright ! 

I  come  to  join  your  symphony, 
Forever  here  to  take  delight 

In  your  melodious  company. 
My  suff 'rings  and  my  toils  are  o'er, 
I  now  have  reached  the  blissful  shore, 
And  floods  of  light  begin  to  roll, 
And  burst  upon  my  ravish'd  soul. 

CHORUS. 

O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heavenly  choir 
He  sav'd  us  from  the  burning  fire. 

2  Farewell,  ye  fading  things  of  time, 

No  more  your  false  alluring 


196  HYMN  143. 

Can  move  this  peaceful  heart  of  mine, 

My  joys  are  now  enduring.- 
Long  I  withstood  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  Jesus  was  my  glorious  shield ; 
Now  I've  got  through  the  wilderness, 
And  glory  to  my  great  High-Priest. 

3  Jesus  looks  with  smiles  of  love, 

And  angels  stand  inviting  ; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  all 

1  now  shall  take  delight  in. 
My  Christian  neighbours  here  I  find, 
My  kindred  and  my  distant  friends ; 
The  song  of  Moses  now  I'll  join, 
While  heaven  and  glory  all  are  mine. 

4  Now  I  see  my  God  and  King, 

With  grateful  admiration, 
His  ways,  his  works,  his  name  I'll  sing, 

In  flaming  adoration. 
His  everlasting  glory  shines, 
Diffusing  light  and  joys  divine 
To  millions  in  the  heavenly  clime, 
While  heaven  and  glory  they  arc  mine. 

5  Through  boundless  fields  of  endless  light, 

My  mind  is  left  to  ponder ; 
I  sail  through  seas  of  glory  bright, 

O  glorious  scenes  of  wonder  ! 
Angelic  notes,  in  highest  strains, 
And  holy  saints  his  love  proclaim, 
While  loud  hosannas  to  his  name 
Are  ringing  through  the  blissful  plain. 


HYMN  344.  197 


O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heavenly  choir, 
He  sav'd  us  from  the  burning  fire. 


HYMN  144.— 8  &  7. 

Gloom  of  Autumn. 

1  Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 

View  with  me  th'  autumnal  gloom ; 
Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow  ' 

Dead,  perhaps,  laid  in  the  tomb  ! 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn; 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Brings  to  mind  the  mould'ring  urn. 

2  Oft  autumnal  tempests  rising, 

Make  the  lofty  forests  nod  ; 
Scenes  of  nature  how  surprising! 

Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 
See  the  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Lives  eternal  in  the  sky, 
While  we  mortals  yield  to  nature, 

Bloom  a  while,  then  fade  and  die. 

3  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures, 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasures, 

Time  must  youth  and  health  destroy. 
Pleasures  once  I  fondly  courted, 

Shar'd  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows; 
But  to  see  where  then  I  sported, 

Now  embitters  all  my  woes. 


198  HYMTf  145. 

4  Age  and  sorrow  since  have  blasted 

Every  youthful,  pleasing  dream  , 
Quiv'ring  age  with  youth  contrasted, 

0  how  short  their  glories  seem  ! 
As  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  my  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 
Through  old  age  and  dire  disease. 

5  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  'em, 

Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ; 
But  they're  gone  like  leaves  in  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  years  I've  wasted, 

When  a  few  more  springs  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

1  shall  live  to  die  no  more. 

6  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

I  must  sleep  in  death's  dark  night ; 
But  my  hope,  pure  and  refining, 

Rests  in  future  life  and  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  fearing,  sighing, 

Christ  will  burst  the  silent  tomb  ; 
Then  the  saints  shall,  upwards  flying, 

Rise  into  immortal  bloom  ! 


HYMN  145.— L.  M. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When,  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 


HYMN  146.  199 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,. 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark,. 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  arid  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death  struck,  1  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem. 


HYMN  146.— C.  M. 

Fountain. 
1  There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


200  HYMN  147. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ", 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be— till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

UYMN  147.— L,.  M. 

Gethsemane. 

1  'Tis  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone ; 
'Tis  midnight— in  the  garden  now, 
The  suff  'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd 

Immanuel  strives  alone,  with  fears ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrow  weeps  in  blood  : 


HYMN  148.  201 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains, 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 


HYMN  148. 

The  Boxoer  of  Prayer. 

1  To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 

bours to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  affects  not  my  heart 
Like  the  thought  of  abstaining  myself  for  a 

day 
From   that  blest  retreat,  I  have  chosen  to 

pray ; 

I  have  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar 

leaves  spread, 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my 

head ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer ; 

To  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  a  lov'd  nightingale, 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower,  I  observ'd  as  my 

bell; 


202  HYMN  149. 

It  called  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer  ) 
As  I  went  to  prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfum'd  by 

the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  the  wild  eglantine ; 
But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer ; 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  blest  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat ; 

Oft  filled  me  with  raptures  and  blessedness 

there, 
.  nditing  in  Heaven's  own  language  my  prayer; 
Own  language  my  prayer. 

G  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you 

adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new, 
Well    knowing   my    Saviour   resides   every 

where, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer ; 
Give  answer  to  prayer. 


HYMN  149.— Jj.  M. 

"  Behold  I  stand  at  the  door." — Rev.  iii.  20. 
1  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door, 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 


HYMN  150.  203 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dv  d  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let.  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him;  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


HYMN  150.— 7s. 

"  Go  -preach  the  gospel  to  every  creature. 
Mark  xvi.  15. 

1  Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly ; 
Take  the  .wonder-working  rod. 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high ! 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle 

On  the  bosom  of  the  deep  ; 
Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  the  blacks  forever  weep. 


204  HYMN  151. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

4  Visit  ev'ry  heathen  soil,     " 

Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 
Bid  each  dreary  region  shine, 
Lovely  as  the  prorris'd  land. 

5  In  yon  wilds  of  stream  and  shade, 

Many  an  Indian  wigwam  trace  ; 
And  with  words  of  love  persuade 
Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 

C  Circumnavigate  the  ball — 
Visit  ev'ry  soil  and  sea ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all ; 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free. 


HYMN  151. 
]   They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 
patriarchs  rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  pos- 
sess'd, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display'd ; 
To  the  land  where  the   Saviour  of  sinners 
once  trod, 
Where  he  labour'd,  and  languish'd,and  bled; 
Where  he  triumphed  o'er  death,  and  ascend- 
ed to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 


HYMN  151.  205 

2  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 

gospel's  glad  sound, 
Sweetly  tun'd  by  the  angels  above, 
Was  reecho'd  on  earth,  through  the  regions 
around, 
In  the  accents  of  heavenly  love  , 
Where  the   Spirit  descended,  in  tokens  of 
flame, 
The  rich  gifts  of  his  grace  to  reveal ; 
Where  apostles  wrought  signs  in  Immanuel's 
name, 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3  They  have  gone — the  glad  heralds  of  mercy 

have  gone 
To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  bled ; 
Where  the  "  Beast  and  False  Prophet"  have 
since  trodden  down 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid ; 
Where    the    churches,  once    planted,    and 
water'd,  and  blest 
With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distill'd, 
Have  been  smitten,  despoil'd,  and  by  heathen 
possess'd ; 
And  the  places  that  knew  them,  defil'd. 

4  They  have  gone — O,  thou  Shepherd  of 

Israel — have  gone 
The  glad  mission  in  love  to  restore ; 
Thou  wilt  not  forsake  them,  nor  leave  them 

alone  ; 
Thy  blessing  we  humbly  implore. 


20G  HYMN  153. 

Thy  blessing  go  with  them — O,  be  thou  their 
shield 

From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly  ; 
O,  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal'd 

In  mercy,  in  might,  from  on  high. 

HYMN  152. 

Pilgrimage. 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us  . 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us  ; 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 


HYMN  153. 

Zion  Triumphant. 
1  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness, 
Awake  !  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more: 


I 

HYMN  154.  207 

Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of 
gladness  ; 
Arise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that 

subdued  them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier 
far; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  arms,  and  their  chariots 
of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Pow'r  that  hath  sav'd 

thee, 
Extoll'd  with   the   harp  and   the   timbrel 

should  be ; 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd 

thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is 

free. 


HYMN  154. 

Delay  not. 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near  ! 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee  ; 

No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day; 


206  HYMN  155. 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb ; 
Her   message,   unheeded,  will   soon   pass 
away. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 
Long  griev'd  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 

flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand — 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 

shall  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand ; 
What  pow'r  then,  O  sinner !    shall  lend 
thee  its  aid  ! 


HYMN  155. 
"  Watchman !  xchat  of  the  night?" 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ! 
Trav'ller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory  beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ller  !  }*es;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promis'd  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends ; 
Trav'ller  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ; 


HYMN  156.  209 

Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Trav'ller  !  ages  are  its  own, 

See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn : 
Trav'ller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  ! 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand'ring  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  heme  >, 
Trav'ller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

HYMN  156.— C.  M. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  : 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vale 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns 
And  scatters  night  away. 
14 


S10  HYMN  157. 

5  No  chillings  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  thajt  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flow'ry  plains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 


HYMN  157.— S.  M. 

1  The  praying  spirit  breathe, 

The  watching  power  impart ; 

From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart; 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppiestj 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize, 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace ; 


HYMN  159.  211 


Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 
O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 

Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 


HYMN  158.— S.  M. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  1  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


HYMN  159.— C.  M. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, . 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


212  HYMN  160. 

%  Their  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-witb'ring  flow'rs : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between, 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses'stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er ; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  frisrht  us  from  the  shore. 


HYMN  160.— C.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  the  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet. 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straigh  , 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


HYMN  161.  212 


-5  Now  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 


HYMN  161.— CM. 

Coronation  of  Christ. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call : 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom 'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


214  HYMN  162. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  162.— 8,  7  &  4, 

Farexotll  to  Missionaries. 

1  Go,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 

Go  proclaim,  Redeeming  blood  ; 
Publish  to  that  barb'rous  nation, 
Peace  and  pardon  from  our  God : 

Tell  the  heathen, 
None  but  Christ  can  do  them  good. 

2  While  the  gospel  trump  you're  sounding, 

May  the  Spirit  seal  the  word, 
And,  through  sov'reign  grace  abounding, 
Heathen  bow  and  own  the  Lord ; 

Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  shall  be  ador'd. 

3  Distant  though  our  souls  are  blending, 

Still  our  hearts  are  warm  and  true ; 
In  our  pray'rs  to  heav'n  ascending, 
Brethren — we'll  remember  you  ; 

Heav'n  preserve  you, 
Safely  all  your  journey  through. 

4  When  your  mission  here  is  finish'd, 

And  your  work  on  earth  is  done, 

May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenish'd, 

Find  acceptance  through  the  Son  ; 

Thence  admitted, 
Dwell  forever  near  his  throne. 


HYMN  164.  215 

5  Loud  hosannas,  now  resounding, 
Make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring  : 
Grace  to  sinful  men  abounding, 
Ransom'd  millions  sweetly  sing". 

While  with  rapture, 
All  adore  their  heav'nly  King. 

HYMN  163.— P.  M. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  : 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  ;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight  ? 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  deaths 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  1  mount !  I  fly  f , 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


HYMN  164.—C.  M. 

1  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death  ; 


216  HYMN  165. 

The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks  ; 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  He's  gone  IV 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansions  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

4  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

His  face  they  always  view; 

Then  let  us  foil' we rs  be  of  them, 

That  we  may  praise  him  too. 


HYMN  165.— lis. 

Christ's  Comfort  for  the  Church. 

1  O  Zion  !  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man 

can  save ; 
With  darknesssurrounded,by  terrors  dismay'd, 
In  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decay'd. 

2  Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  nigh  over- 

whelm, 
But  skilful's  the  pilot,  who  sits  at  the  helm ; 
His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  thee 

defends, 
In  safety  and  quiet  thy  warfare  he  ends. 


HYMN  165.  217 

3  "  O  fearful !    O  faithless  !"    in  mercy  he 

cries  ! 
"  My  promise,  my  truth,  are  they  light  in 

thine  eyes  ? 
Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall 

stand, 
Through  tempest  and  tossing,  I'll  bring  thee 

to  land. 


4  "Forget  thee  I  will  not,  1  cannot;— thy 

name 
Engraved  on  my  heart  doth  forever  remain  ! 
The  palms  of  my  hands  while  I  look  on,  I  see 
The  wounds  I  received,  when  suff 'ring  for 

thee. 


5  "  I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy 

groans, 
For  thou  art  most  near  me,  my  flesh  and  my 

bones ; 
In  all  thy  distresses  thy  Head  feels  the  pain ; 
Yet  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 

6  "  Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not ;  thy  life  is 

secure  ; 
My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  power ; 
In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 
To  make  thee  at  length  iu  my  likeness  to 

shine." 


218  HYMN  166. 

HYMN  166.— C.  M. 

Returning. 

1  The  prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 

From  folly  just  awake. 
Reviews  his  wand'rings  with  surprise ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  "  I  starve,"  he  cries,  "  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land  ; 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  "  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return, 

And  seek  my  Father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place." 

4  Far  off  He  saw  him  slowly  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn  ; 
The  I  ather  ran  with  arms  of  love 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew ; 
The  prodigal  is  found ! 


INDEX. 


Page 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 211 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 191 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 213 

All  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace 88 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 126 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace. .  192 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die . 1 82 

And  let  our  bodies  part 157 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 161 

And  must  this  body  die 159 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair 38* 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 160 

A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made 169 

As  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed 46 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass 6 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 115 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 165 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 202 

Beside  the  gospel  pool 141 

Brethren,  see  my  Jesus  coming 33 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 31 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 24 

Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear 123 

Co'me,  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, . ........  166 


220,  INDEX. 

Page. 

Come  and  taste  along  with  me -»  98 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 108 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue 194 

Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try 93 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 85 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress 153 

Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown 146 

Come,  precious  soul,  and  let  us  take 127 

Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 142 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 146 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 144 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know 20 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 7 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness...  206 

Dear  friends,  for  a  week  we  must  part 109 

Death  he  is  the  king  of  terrors . 170 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near. . .  207 

Encouraged  by  thy  word 39 

Enlisted  into  the  cause  of  sin Ill 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone 69 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand     71 

Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 79 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 186 

From  the  regions  of  love ► 36 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise .     27* 

Gently  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us. 206 

Glory  to  Grtd  that  I  have  found  the  pearl  of 

my  salvation.. • 22 

Go,  ye  heralds  of  salvation 214 

Go.  ye  messengers  of  God 203 


INDEX.  221 

Page. 
Hail !  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Medi- 
ator  , 17 

Hail,  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright 195 

Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 197 

Hark,  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound.. . .   110 

Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters 185 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 113 

Hearken,  ye  sprightly,  and  attend,  ye  vain  ones  135 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 154 

How  firm  a  foundation . . 173 

How  happy  are  they , 155 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 150 

How  happy,  gracious  Lord,  are  we 164 

How  lost  was  my  condition 26 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection.     42 
How  precious   is    the  name,   brethren  sing, 

brethren  sing, 23 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 176 

Jn  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh 90 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 122 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 215 

Fm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 184 

I've  listed  in  the  holy  war 14 

I  would  not  live  alvvay ;  I  ask  not  to  stay. ...   188 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 5 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be 82 

Jesus,  at  thy  command 53  " 

Jesus  Christ  has  power  alone 114 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 1 5:2 

Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear 163 

Jesus,  the  visions  of  thy  face , 81 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour. 32 


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Page. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 162 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends ......  70 

Like  a  ship  see  the  church,  through  the  ocean 

she  rolls 121 

Lo!  lie  comes  with  clouds  descending......  158 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 90 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 21S~ 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now lit 

Lord  !  when  together  here  we  meet 1( 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David 189 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints    190 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 88 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 107 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading. 60 

Now  the  truth  is  gaining  ground 95 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 145 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 143 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 180 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit 75 

O  precious  Faith  !— may  I  be  found 24 

O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  worM's  vain  store..  149 
O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  de- 
light   73 

O  Zion,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave.. . ... .  216 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand 209 

Our  souls  in  love  together  knit. 40 

Pray  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 24 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 163 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour !  saw  ye  my  Saviour.. . .  10 


INDEX.  223 

Page 

See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending1. 44 

Shout  aloud,  O  ye  angels 137 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God 43 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 80 

The  blessed  Jesus,  loving  Saviour 61 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 56 

The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near. .     56 

The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by 16 

The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching. ...     63 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 29 

The   old   Israelites  knew  what  it  was   they 

must  do 131 

The  people  called  Christians,  how  many  things 

they  tell 167 

The  praying  spirit  breathe 210 

The  prodigal  with  streaming  eyes 218 

The  pure  testimony,  put  forth  in  the  spirit... .     18 

The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray 48 

The  song  of  salvation  it  is  so  divine 74 

The  voice  of  free  grace 52 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 199 

There  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  skies 35 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure 83 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 211 

They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patri- 
archs rest 204 

This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are  all 

blowing 12 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 91 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers 178 

Through  tribulation's  deep 65 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty 181 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 148 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow. 200 


m  INDEX. 

Pago. 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 55 

To  leave  mv  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbours 

to  part 201 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 151 

V ital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 215 

Wandering-  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians. . . .  21 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 208 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 183 

We've  found  the  rock,  the  travellers  cried...  46 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 185 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear 28 

What  poor  despised  company 68 

What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 58 

What  various  hinderances  wc  meet 76 

When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God 177 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld . . . . ; 1 16 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  pJain 198 

When  shall  we  three  meet  again. 94 

While  shepherds  in  Jewr}' 172 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger 8 

Why  ttand  ye  here  idle 86 

With  pleasure  behold 129 

Ye  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for  glory  118 

Ye  jewels  of  my  master 101 

Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus 77 

Ye  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  thAflood  103 


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